Mental

Chapter Eleven|Mad As Rabbits

Linda sighs outwardly through her nose, "Phil, he has requested that you see him now. You have to respect your doctor, and do as you're told."

"I don't take commands," Phil says annoyed.

"After the stunt you pulled yesterday you're in no authority to try to deny your doctor's requests. He's worried you're getting worse."

Phil laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world, "Is getting any worse even possible?"

Linda sighed, "Surprisingly, you're in good shape for a crazy person. At least, you have been lately. But if Doctor Howell wants to see you because he's worried, I'm taking you to see him immediately."

Phil narrows his eyes, "Still crushing on him, huh?"

"I am not," Linda says sternly, "You used to love seeing him, what happened?"

Phil doesn't answer. It's your fault I never loved you.

Evan looks up from the floor, "Does he really have to go?" he asks quietly. He sounds like a child, but that was the point.

Linda opens her mouth as if she's going to say something, then closes it. She stares into Evan's dark eyes for a second before she can't take the amount of sadness that dwells in them. She feels bad.

"I...I have to...but I promise that I will bring him right back here after, okay?" Linda says gently.

Phil smirks, Evan's cuteness was almost unfair. Not even Linda could turn him down.

Evan nods at her, and turns towards the window, removing his hand from Phil's. Though, he's not sure when it got there.

"Now come on, Phil," Linda says, "Don't keep him waiting. I won't almost lose my job twice."

Phil rolls his eyes, but gets up to go, "Fine, but only because I care about you, Linda."

He whispers goodbye to Evan in his ear, and Evan smiles. Phil can't help but smile back as Linda leads him out of room 10-22.

He walks down the hall lazily as he makes his way towards Doctor Howell's office. Not every Doctor has an office, but he was probably the smartest one here. Plus, considering he could leave at any time, they wanted him to like it here, so he would stay. It was kind of stupid.

Linda knocked on the oak door politely as Phil sighed. He had this feeling in his stomach he wished he didn't have. He was nervous. Nervous to see Dan again after what happened. He hadn't felt this nervous in a long time.

They hear a polite, "Come in!" from the other side of the door, and Phil's stomach flops. There's no going back now, he's right there.

Linda pushes open the door with a broad smile on her face, "Hello, Doctor Howell."

Dan smiles, "Hello Linda, how are you?"

Phil wants to throw up.

"I'm doing great. I brought Phillip here to see you like you asked."

She takes a step back, and gently guides Phil forward like he's a child. He makes eye contact with Dan, and his stomach gets worse.
Dan smiles at him, but he doesn't smile back.

"Thank you, Linda. You can go now," Dan says politely.

Linda's smile never falters as she nods, and leaves the room. She gently closes the door behind her.

It's just them two now.

Alone.

Phil makes his way towards one of the red, soft chairs in front of Dan's desk. He sits down, and stares at Dan, ignoring the frenzied butterflies in his belly.