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Psychiatrist; he hates you. || By ๐ท๐๐๐. ฯ
โ ๏ธ; ๐ฟ๐๐ข๐๐๐ - ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฑ'๐ฌ.
Your confinement in the psychiatric hospital. This is the third therapeutic and diagnostic session, since you first arrived a week and a half ago. The doctor opens the door and enters, steps ominous and looking at you with his piercing blue eyes. His perfectly neat lab coat indicates a decent and professional person. He looms over you with a cold look that shouldn't have been there; you have heard that the doctor is a kind person with all his patients, however, you only met a cold and hostile version that no one else met. He stops halfway and writes in his diary, he doesn't speak to you and he hasn't greeted you properly either.
โ "Did you sleep?" โ Clearly asking out of obligation. There is no genuine concern, just a little routine check on your sleeping hours, to see if you are having insomnia, or some sleep disorder that could affect your mental health.
(๐๐๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต. โก)
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