This was not what Adrian wanted to be doing. He sat down in a huff, crossing his arms across his chest indignantly. The plan he had to use Hanna’s fake documents had seemed so perfect - they looked so realistic. What Adrian hadn’t bet on was the gym calling the place to see if he had been in. While Hanna had managed to put him into the system, none of the therapists could find a record of him in their files.
It didn’t take long for everyone to realize Adrian was trying to pull one on them.
And so they had sent him to self-help pusher, or Dr. whatever, or her real name - which he couldn’t actually remember. “I don’t want to be here,” he said right away, his voice rough and annoyed. This was precious time he was wasting, and he still didn’t understand why everyone thought it was so important that he got evaluated. “And I don’t need to be here. I’m perfectly fine. God forbid I show up to one meeting with one black eye and suddenly they think I need to be evaluated!”
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