Curious, not crazy

Thomas was already more than bored with her. “I mean you can always leave if you want.” Thomas didn’t believe in forcing someone to talk if they didn’t want to. Moxee probably had problems upon problems that she needed to work through but Thomas wasn’t going to force her open. He was a therapist, not a baby sitter.

“I assume that she was,” Amelia said, thinking fondly of the woman she considered a daughter. “She’s done so well for herself and she’s working so hard. It’s truly a pleasure to have her on the staff, as a co-worker.” Letting out a content shy, she looked around Thomas’s office. “I’m sure you kept busy while you were gone,” the Warden continued. Amelia had not been giving a concrete answer for Thomas’s departure, just knowing that a new opportunity had arisen for him, and Amelia, not being the prying type, hadn’t pushed the subject further, letting Thomas go in the hopes he would someday return.

Thomas would most likely always like Amelia for the mere fact that she seemed to care for his girl as much as he did. “Yes, she told me about all that’s she’s accomplished while I’ve been gone. I’m honestly so proud of her.” He said with a smaller, more reserved, smile. He listened to Amelia speak and he nodded. “Ah yes, I got plenty done while I was away. I helped an old friend with some research he was conducting and I went back to visit my parents and the students I used to work with at my last job since I had a bit more free time.” He half lied to her with a pleasant smile. He had indeed gotten a lot done and he did seek out some of his old students, but he wouldn’t call it visiting. He was pretty sure that both parties had to walk away from the meeting for it to be considered a visit.

Thomas relaxed after a moment  when he heard her talk, she wasn’t going to be a problem. She might try to be but she seemed sassy at best, Thomas could work with sassy. “It’s just therapy, you talk to me about how you’re feeling and such or if you don’t want to volunteer information I can ask you questions.” He sat back. “Or we could just chill for an hour if you don’t feel like talking, I can’t really force you to make words.”

“We try to be,” Amelia said with a smile. “I’m glad to see that you’re already back into the swing of things though and of course, I’m glad to have you back on the team as well. It’s hard to find good psychiatrists these days.” A small chuckle escaped the Warden’s lips. “I’m sure you’ve already seen Esmeralda. She was very excited about your return.”

Thomas smiled brightly at the sound of Esmeralda’s name. “She was one of the first people I saw when I got back to my office.” He told her with a smile. “She stayed and we talked for a little bit just to catch up, I’ve missed a lot in the eight months I’ve been gone.”

“True, but he’s my responsibility.  He’s a silly old rabbit,” he chuckled lightly.  Romeo was overjoyed that Amelia let him have Felice.  “I’m been okay.  The need for booze making me jittery.”  Looking up innocently he fluttered his eyelashes a little, “Having a hard time controlling myself around you.”

Thomas gave a small laugh. “Well that means your rabbit got in trouble, not you.” He hummed gently. “Other than that how have you been?” He asked the boy. “Any issues or…urges that you wanted to share with your therapist?” He smirked.

“We’ll I know that we’re all very happy to have you back,” the Warden said, the smile remaining firmly on her lips. Thomas was a great doctor, despite his troubles with Katrina. She knew that she was difficult patient, but so far, her new doctor seemed to be holding his own. “So, I suppose you readjusting well. Not much has changed since you left, except for some of the people, but I’m sure you know as well as I do that people come and go in places like this.”

Thomas smiled and nodded. “Yeah I’ve been readjusting pretty well, I’ve already met most of my new patients and a handful of other patients passed by and said hello.” He ran a hand through his hair, “Thornewood is still as friendly as always.”

Sierra giggled lightly and shook her head, “I don’t like them much. They make my head fuzzy, but I prefer it to be clear like it is now.” She responded almost like she was telling him the most important and well kept secret in the world. “Knave will be angry with me if he finds out.” She said in a quiet, soft voice. “I mean…technically no. Im not supposed to let them be here..Im supposed to make them go away. Sometimes I know why. But today…today seemed to magically and adventure worthy to throw away into the strange sad feeling that happens when they’re gone.” Again her eyes were following something around the room intently as she spoke, her words sounding distant. 

Thomas smiled sadly at her as she started to get lost in her own world. Thomas remembered watching Alice in Wonderland as a child, and well into his adulthood, whenever he wanted to feel something. The bright colors and fun moments made his feel content if nothing else. He wished Sierra wasn’t crazy, and he made a mental note to meet Jasper and make sure that he was doing what was needed for Sierra to get better. “I won’t tell Knave.” He told her softly. “But you should try to make sure the number of days that you take your pills is larger than the number of days that you don’t.”

Amelia took a few steps into the room and warmly smiled. “I’m doing great,” she said, happiness practically radiating off of her. She was quite happy to have the old psychiatrist back. “How are you?  I can’t tell you just how wonderful it is to have you back.” Taking a few more steps in, the blonde shrugged and went a head a gave Thomas a quick hug. She knew the professionalism was important in a place like Thornewood, but it had been quite some time since she had seen her friend.

“It is a compliment. I much like the Cheshire cat.” Sierra giggled lightly, her delusional state pulling her deeper into it. Her eyes followed the little shadow that popped through the room, unsure of who it was but knowing that it was someone from wonderland. “I call Jasper, Knave. He doesn’t understand, but he acts like him sometimes.” The tiny girl looked him back in the eyes before laughing a little whimsical laugh, “I musn’t chase them around like this. They don’t like it when im ‘not cooperative’ and taking the little pills.” She leaned in and whispered softly, “So as far as I tell them, Im cooperative.”

“Are you not taking your pills?” He asked in the same whisper, he made his voice light and playful so she would tell him the truth. Cray patients were all fun and games but he should probably tell someone if she’s not on her pills. Or not. Depends on how he feels after she leaves.  “Are you not actually cooperating?” He whispered again.  

Moxee thought she might as well go to a therapy session since she hadn’t gone to any since Sid left.  Walking in she plopped down into the chair and was a bit surprised that he didn’t say anything.  “Earth to doctor.  Get out of your fucking daydream,” she said as she waved her hand in front of his face.

Thomas felt one of his eyebrows go up as he looked at the girl in his office. Fucking bitch He thought as he smiled at her. “Moxee right? Hello I’m Doctor Meyer, nice to meet you.” He hoped that he wouldn’t feel the need to kill this girl, he couldn’t remember what he file said at the moment but he wasn’t going to tolerate rudeness. Thomas had had his fill of attitude with Katrina and Cicero. He would get this girl out of his life as soon as she entered if she was going to be rude.

Romeo nodded as Thomas asked the question.  He was eager to get this session on it’s way and hopefully progress the relations he had with his doctor last time he was in his office.  “I’ve kinda been looking forward to this session,” he admitted.

Thomas felt a small smile creep onto his face that he had no control over. “Well then I’m glad, please sit down.” He gestured towards the seat in front of his desk for a moment before leaning back in his chair. “How have you been Romeo?”

“So I am the second kind. Meaningless hookups and one-night stands. Sounds about right,” she said as she took another drink. “I am glad that one of us thinks that. Gives me a little bit of hope.” Lais laughed. “I never know what to say to that. It’s the same thing when someone asks you tell them about yourself. I never know where to begin.” Shaking her head, she drink from her glass again. “I have no idea if this works both ways, but have you ever done the commitment thing? Ever?” She pushed her crimson locks back from her face as she looked at him. The whiskey was warming her chest and making her head spin. Here’s hoping that she didn’t get too out of control. 

Thomas took another gulp from his glass before answering. “No, never. I had a lot of almost but no one ever stuck around long enough.” No one could hold his interest for longer than three months or so, so he tended to move on pretty quickly. He shrugged and took another gulp. “But thems the breaks.”

“I think the commitment thing is shit. But I hope you get the chance to have a better experience than I did.” Smiling gratefully, she leaned over and picked up the bottle, pouring some whiskey into her glass before setting it back on his desk. “I’m glad it’s worked out for your sister. Somebody needs some damn happiness.” The redhead shrugged and ran a hand through her hair again before drinking from her glass. “I think you’re pretty good with people. Otherwise you couldn’t do your job properly.” Lais was oblivious to his meaning as she leaned back in her seat and continued to sip from the glass. “So  what do you make of the whole ‘casual encounter, fear of commitment biting me in the ass again’ thing, doc? I did say you could poke around in my head. Anything else you want to know?” 

“He will. Nothing can hurt me.” As far as Declan was concerned, he was right. He had gotten in far too many fights recently, and every time he came out on top. Despite still having a bandage wrapped around his arm, his last fight had been far one sided. He didn’t ever feel like he would lose a fight. However, he was always afraid that he was going to be attacked, and that death for the both of them was a possibility. He walked slowly trying to make sense of what was going on. He sighed and picked at the pad of his finger that already had a scar from his previous picking. “Whatever makes you happy, Doc.”