It Takes Patience
Chapter 5: The Doctor will see you now.
I was rudely awakened this morning, but then again there’s always a rude awakening here nothing and no one is ever really at peace. I rolled over to glance at my clock and was instantaneously irked. Its only 10 a.m. and since today was Saturday, our wake-up call isn’t for another hour.
“Fuck, Levi!” I groaned rubbing my hands over my face and then through my hair pulling it lightly. My roommate was having yet another panic attack. I got out of bed and hit the intercom button in our room to alert security of my current situation.
“Paul?!” I called waiting for an answer.
“Yes Styles? You’re up rather early. You do realize that today is Saturday?”
“Yes, I know Paul but I can’t sleep in when Levi’s night terrors turn into full on operatic panic attacks.” I answered him trying not to sound as annoyed as I actually was and held the intercom button so that he could hear the high pitched falsetto coming from my roommate. Paul had a lot of pull around here for only being head of security. If I snapped off at him, I'm sure it would get back to Dr. Baker and create a problem for me.
“Jesus Christ! Okay, I’ll be right there with the nurses.” Paul replied, and within a few minutes nurses and one of the many guards that remain on our floor in case of an 'out of control disturbance', came to sedate Levi and take him to the quiet room to calm down.
I tried to force myself to fall back to sleep for at least 30 minutes before wake-up call but now I was shit out of luck. Annoyed, I threw my bed sheets off and hit the intercom button again to ask Paul to buzz me out of my room. I hate the fucking door buzzer. It makes me feel like a caged animal in a zoo rather than a deranged individual. I mean, I guess no one would want to be labeled as either of these things, but at least if I'm 'deranged' or 'mentally unstable', I'm given the characteristics of a human. Paul agreed to buzz me out and I headed to the dining hall to get breakfast, but not before flipping off one of the many camera's in the hall that Paul monitored while smiling and waving.
I settled on banana pancakes and bacon when I saw Director Leerman walking and talking to a small group of people, twenty at most. They had to be the less than interesting stuck up summer interns. The only time when Leerman ever really shows his face is to pompously parade about in front of the all too eager sponges like he was more important than the Queen.
Out of all the learned assholes who followed Director Leerman like ducklings in a row, there was one girl in the group who caught my attention. She was average height I think; maybe around 5’7 with brown hair in a ponytail, nice boobs at least a C cup, and an ass that my eyes seemed to follow as she walked. I shrugged it off and finished my breakfast then went to go watch telly in the commons room.
I got through at least three mentally disturbing episodes of Hoarders when I saw her again. This time I got a better view of her face. She had nice pouty lips, clear skin, and what I thought to be a pretty face hidden behind glasses...nerd... I chuckled slightly to myself before I realized that her hazel eyes had caught my green ones staring. I quickly looked away and saw the clock in the commons room. It was now five minutes to four. I got up and headed back to my room to get ready for my session with Dr. Baker at five.
After our tour was over we were sent to meet our mentors for the summer and sit in on our first set of sessions. I was so excited! I was finally going to meet Dr. Baker and learn from her! I had read so much about her before I had even applied for the internship that I was kind of awe struck when I saw her in the flesh. It made everything that I had worked for count that much more. I'm here, I got through, I made it. When I got to her office I was warmly greeted and congratulated on being chosen for the internship. We talked for a while and I soaked in the one on one attention I received from her being the only intern in her department of mental disorders in young adults.
”Well it’s almost time for your first sit in session are you excited?” she asked me in her charming British accent.
“Words can’t describe how much.” I replied with my notebook and pen in hand ready to take notes.
“Good because it’s almost five and your first sit in of the day should be sitting in the waiting room now. Will you go out and send for Harry Styles please?”
I got up and walked out the door to call for the patient, “Harry Styles? the Dr. will see you now.”
When I called, I was met with the green eyes I saw in the commons room. Harry Styles was the owner of the intense green gaze.
Finally get to some Harry P.O.V. how is it going?