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The room grew uncomfortably silent as Edith got a clear view of his writing. She noticed how Damien described it as a vision rather than a dream. Moreover, this data, data like it was some experiment to be studied and found the answers to. She was pulled out of her trance when he turned to her...

Her shoulders tensed with all the excitement coming from him. She stumbled back and her leg hit the couch, so she sat down. "Okay, uh, not the same dream, got that," Edith said quietly. She watched him scurry to his board and begin to write something down, she stood and followed, watching...

Edith was a bit startled by his sudden response. His voice was normally monotone and uninterested, always distracted by something else. "W-What?" She furrowed her brows. "The dream?" She swallowed, "The guy was spewing Bible talk, that's all, probably went to church a few times to repent for his...

She stepped in and looked past all the clutter that still inhabited the room, the chalkboards in the back filled with new writing and old writing had been erased. The bathroom was the cleanest space in the basement, which was a relief; she didn't bother closing the door because all she wanted...

"Hey, D. Can I come in?" She greeted him with a short smile. "Or, maybe, do you want to come out here? Nice weather today." Edith tried to always be optimistic, but based on their last interaction in the doctor's office and the way he was so hesitant to open his very door, made it clear that...

The stench had followed her like a black cloud, her palms sweating as she was rushing to the basement door. "Thank you." She smiled at Mrs. Richards who was very obviously repulsed by Edith. She nearly tripped down the steps this time around, shakily gaining her balance again and carefully...

“Okay, thank you. I’ll see you soon then. Goodbye.” Edith set her phone down and rummaged around in her pockets for the key to her car. She jumped at the sound of tapping coming from her window, and quickly turned to see a man standing there, waiting for her to roll the window down. She didn’t...

Edith wondered why he no longer had his phone, the thing used to be like an extension of his body. Using it to always keep tabs on his social media and talk with usually, important people. She shrugged, she couldn’t question someone who’d suffer so much as he did. “Okay...I will.” She replied...

He heard a shout coming from the lobby and almost jumped, nobody was ever that loud or excited in his office before. Ingram realized what was yelled, was a surprised “Damien?” and figured that was Edith meeting Damien in the lobby just as he intended not to happen. He was going to give it a...

Dr. Ingram did not say a word. He sighed once Damien left the room. “Well, that went well.” He said quietly, rubbing his face and running a hand through his hair. He stood from his chair and stretched, heading to the sink to clean his mug and put it back on the coffee table. Afterward, he...

He was impressed with Damien, Ingram knew he wasn’t just saying this out of spite of Ingram’s pressing questions, there was truth to it. Damien was harboring something, he knew something, whatever it may be, Ingram was interested. He wished he could get to the root, but that would take time, and...

Ingram took this lack of response as a no and brought the cup of tea back to his leather chair across from Damien. He set the mug down on the end table beside him and began to get comfortable again by sitting with his leg on his knee. “Oh, I didn't mean to offend, Mr.Richards, I forget how...

Dr. Ingram stared at Damien's eyes that had been avoiding his gaze the entire time they sat across from each other, not even when he was speaking directly to him would he even give Ingram so much of a glance. Damien's gaze was either high or low or at the clock above the door. “I understand.”...

Dr. Ingram cocked his head. “That hasn’t always been a priority for you? I mean, you had your very own newspaper article in the Georgetown Tribune two years ago for graduating at the top of your class at only sixteen years old...was that just by dumb luck? Talent? Very impressive nonetheless. I...

Ingram was intrigued by this, he had never seen anything like it, sure he heard the odd story here and there, but nothing quite like this. He found it a bit peculiar that so many things in Damien's reports were so vague, it wasn’t much to work with, he was going to have to investigate further on...

Ingram pursed his lips and looked off into the distance in thought. “I guess I ask from experience. My own father woke up from a coma of three months, he woke up with an epiphany, said he had a whole new perspective on life because of it, though he did suffer from Parkinson's disease the rest of...

He nodded. “I agree. The real problem would be if you did not change after such an event. Everyone changed that day, so why not you? And you are right, we as humans are accustomed to a certain standard and routine, and once that routine or standard is disrupted, we sometimes do not adjust to it...

Ingram rested his elbow on the arm of his chair and had one finger rested on his cheek and the rest under his chin, studying the young man. He emitted a quiet laugh at Damien's rebuttal. “I see.” He said with a smirk. “You’re right, I didn’t spend eight years in school to be just a ‘camp...

He nodded at Damiens response, “I’m wasting my time? Well, frankly, I think every client of mine is worth every second I spend with them, no matter if they are ‘poor’ or ‘desperate’ enough. But let's not worry about how I spend my time, how do you spend yours? Got any hobbies of the late...

Lawrence Ingram sat with his left leg on his right knee comfortably, he held his notepad but could already tell that Damien wasn’t just any patient, he wasn’t one to make note of, he was one that Ingram would have to gently pry open and slowly gain his trust to really get through to him. Damien...