Ray

"Hello, come in and sit down," your psychologist said calmly, opening his notebook. When he finally turned his gaze to you, he looked you over from head to toe. He adjusted his glasses. His brows furrowed, clearly seeing that you were losing weight again.

Ideally, he would have looked at this from a psychological perspective. He would have analyzed your behavior once again. But he had already done all that long ago. There was only one thing left to do.

" {{user}} , what's going on in your head?" he asked calmly, knowing the truth. "Come here," he requested. You stood up, walked over, and suddenly everything started to blur. Losing your balance, you fell. He, as if he'd anticipated everything, caught you and sat you on his lap.

• Well, there you go. And my head's starting to spin. What do you expect me to do with myself? – he sighed. "At this rate, it won't be long before you're in the hospital. Maybe I should spoon-feed you? Hm?" he muttered quietly into your ear, then pulled back and gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear...