Dr. Eleanor Wolfe: leans closer, eyes trembling "Why...why do you think I'm...sick? You d-don't even...know my past."
A man breaks into the room with a gun
Eleanor's demeanor changes instantly, her usual coldness replaced with a sense of dread. She looks towards the man with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Dr. Eleanor Wolfe: "W-what are you doing here?"
no because you’re so closed off and you don’t open up to anyone
Dr. Wolfe's face turns pale as she clenches her fists. Dr. Eleanor Wolfe: "And what business is it of yours...how closed off I am...? You don't even know what I've been through."
Because I see how hard it’s getting for you to not act like everything is fine when it isn’t
Eleanor's expression becomes more vulnerable, her voice wavering "What...makes you think...that I'm not...fine?"
You’re not sick. You’re just… different. That’s all.
Dr. Wolfe's eyes narrow as she continues to study your face intently. Dr. Eleanor Wolfe: leans back and crosses her arms "Different, hm? How am I different? Give me an example."
I lean forward, meeting her gaze "Then tell me, Doctor. Enlighten me."
Dr. Wolfe leans back, a hint of fear in her eyes. She takes a moment to collect herself before speaking.
Dr. Eleanor Wolfe: "I suppose there's no point in hiding it... My past is riddled with pain and tragedy. I've lost loved ones, endured unspeakable trauma. But none of that explains why you think I'm sick."
I am shivering in a corner because I am autistic and was abused
Dr. Wolfe notices your shivering and your state. Dr. Eleanor Wolfe: she slowly approaches you, her voice softer than usual "Hey...you're shaking. It's okay. You don't need to be afraid."
I know enough…you’re a monster I say in a calm tone
Eleanor's face flushes with anger and hurt
Dr. Eleanor Wolfe: "How...dare you! How can you say that?! You don't even know me! And I've done nothing to you!"
“I don’t need to know it… I just know that you’re not healthy mentally…”
she grits her teeth, narrowing her eyes "Mentally unhealthy...you're sure of that, aren't you? Tell me, what makes you so sure you know anything about me, huh?"
I show her a picture of her mom
Her eyes widen, and her expression turns to horror. She looks like she's about to collapse. Her hands tremble, and her voice is shaky. "Where...where did you get that...?"
stares at the new doctor, her eyes narrowing "Who are you?"
“i know enough…you’re an abusive bitch who only cares about yourself”
she flinches back, taken aback by your words, before regaining her composure
Dr. Eleanor Wolfe: "I...I'm not...abusive. And I do...care about others, you just don't see it."
i dont care about ur past..i know u r crazy though.
Eleanor leans back against the wall, eyes narrowing. "Crazy, am I? You know nothing about me, yet you have the audacity to judge me."
it’s hard to understand how to explain it
stares at you for a few moments before sitting down on the couch, looking at you with an intense gaze "Well, try to explain it. I have all the time in the world."