MEET THE PATIENT

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"What's for today?" Asked a very sleep deprived Emily Vargas as she closed the glass door of her office reception behind her. Her heels clicked on the marbled floor, a sound she had always adored and apparently her receptionist, Sidney, too, as Emily caught a glimpse of her feet dancing in the air under her desk to her boss's footsteps. Sidney grinned as she checked today's schedule of patients on her computer, her nose practically glued to the screen. "We have a patient in an hour. His name is Richard Thorn and he requested at least two hours of your time, Doctor." Sidney frowned as she read this last. "I found it strange when he called last night to make the appointment and I forgot to ask him why he wanted so long from a session." "I see." Emily said. "Well, we'll see if it's necessary to spend two hours analyzing our new patient's head." then she handed Sidney a coffee from the tray she held in one hand. "What else do you have for me, little one?" Usually Fridays were exhausting days as patients came to purge themselves of everything that had driven them crazy during the week. Usually they were common problems like employees teased by their bosses, misunderstood children, secretaries who were not loved by their bosses, teachers who cried after teaching a huge group of difficult teenagers and housewives frustrated with their lives. Everything was the same for Emily. They all had different problems but, in the end, they were just that, problems. As long as the person still had the will to come and talk about what was bothering him then there was still a solution. The only thing that could not be solved was death. "We have Mrs. Martha after noon and then four new patients. Tomorrow we have our usual five and it would be all unless someone asks to see you urgently." "I'll be in my office, let me know as soon as Mr. Thorn arrives." Emily blew Sidney a kiss and headed into her office. This one in comparison was completely isolated from prying eyes. The door was polished wood that still smelled like the orange cleaner the janitor had smeared on it yesterday morning. At first Emily hated that scent but she was used to it now. As soon as she entered her office she was greeted by a dark room. Strange figures loomed menacingly around every corner, and if it had been anyone else walking into the office, they would have probably screamed in fear, but Emily just smiled and flipped the switch. Instead of monsters waiting in the corners, beautiful ferns adorned that space. On the white walls a collection of abstract paintings and drawings created by her patients hung on proudly as a reminder that each head was a world of its own. Emily walked to her desk after delicately locking her door and set her warm coffee on the glass surface. She had no windows and it was better this way for the view from here was not very good. Eventually she planned to move her practice to a more beautiful place but for now, she was fine here and apparently her patients didn't seem to mind that she had no windows. They felt safe here and as long as they felt that way, so did she. Emily sat behind her desk and turned on her computer. While she waited, she scribbled on a napkin. Nonsense words and shapes filled the small square made of paper. She sighed and then tore the paper into little pieces after she had finished drawing on it and gave her full attention to the computer screen. The first thing she did whenever she sat here was access her email account and clean up its trash. Bye, bye junk mail. When she was done with that, she opened a new window in the browser and activated incognito mode. Emily's eyes darted here and there even though no one was around. The door was locked as well. Why did she do this anyway? It’s not like she was doing something wrong by wanting to watch a little bit of porn before the patients came. Right? This had become something of a ritual for her since she started working on her own. At first, she did it to carry out her own wishes but a while ago she realized that this had become part of her routine and that ... was depressing. There was nothing interesting about her. She hadn't had a decent date in months and the little s*x she'd had since losing her virginity at a college party had been boring and basically useless. The only thing that excited him her were the stories of some of her patients, especially those of frustrated housewives. They sure did have crazy fantasies and quite vivid. Emily found herself wishing she had such a lively imagination so she wouldn't have to watch bad porn every time she felt like m**********g. Before she could think of what kind of poison, she would indulge in today as she went through the porn site’s catalog her phone rang. Nervously she answered, certain that Sidney would have seen her through the thin walls, but she told herself that that was stupid. Great nonsense. "Yes?" Emily answered in a shy tone. "Sorry to bother you, but Mr. Thorn just arrived, and would like to see you now." Huh? Emily looked at the clock on her computer and there was still half an hour until their appointment. It's not that she didn't appreciate the patients' punctuality, it's just that ... his arrival at this time was a bit of a problem. It seems this will have to wait. "Okay, give me five minutes." she said and hung up. She quickly stood up and stood in front of the mirror to fix her hair a bit. Her makeup still looked good, her black hair remained slightly wavy and frizz-free. Her black pencil dress looked perfect. She was perfect. More than ready to start work. Confidently she walked to the door and opened it fully. "Mr. Thorn?" Richard Thorn turned out to be a tall man, in excellent shape who exuded confidence throughout his entire being. Sandy colored hair combed under a well-applied layer of gel and eyes as dark as night made him look sophisticated and not exactly friendly. His smile took her by surprise. "Good morning, sorry to arrive so early. I was in the neighborhood and it seemed like a good idea to come at once." Yeah, I wanted to come too. “That’s no problem at all.” Emily lied. Of course it was, for he had interrupted her. Focus! “Please come inside.” She motioned for him with her hand extended towards her office, “Would you like some coffee?” “No, thank you.” His masculine scent wafted into her nostrils and she found herself secretly wanting to rub her face against his shoulder just so she could breathe in the delicious aroma from his cologne. Again, she closed the door but this time she did not put the put the lock on. By the time she turned around, he was already sitting in one of the leather chairs waiting for her, his legs were crossed, his back was straight and his gaze ... What is he staring at? She followed Richard's eyes and with horror Emily realized that she hadn't closed the browser window. From where he sat, he could see the reflection of the computer screen upon the glass surface of her desk. Oh, my Lord! Kill me! She bolted from the door to her desk and turned off the monitor. Richard merely grinned at her, no doubt finding the whole thing rather hilarious. But then he said the strangest thing, “So, what kind of porn do you watch to touch yourself?”
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