Broken

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No P.O.V

The cinnamon brown haired male shuffles acrost the floor, feet barely rising off the ground to make a proper step. Body barely carrying itself acrost the small open room, which consist of a small black sofa. Worn down a bit, by use. A low coffee table rest in frount of it, papers stacked on top of papers on top of it, with old empty coffee cups resting on its sides in a lined row, like an assembly. In frount of the two things is a stand, that holds a 43 inch flat screen tv, dust collecting on it and the stand itself. Due to lack of dusting, and tidying. A low sigh escapes the male as he plops down onto the worn couch, body temporarily relaxing, until he gets a panicked call about a patient. Well, a certain patient. One that refuses said males help. And continued to do things, that harmed any hope in their recovery. Yet the cinnamon browned haired male, refused to give up on the paitent. Somehow seeing potential in them, although the person was most likely to far gone in there own toxic thoughts. But that wouldn't stop the male, even as he sat on his worn couch. He thought of ways to help the patient. Yet, it was so futile. The patient refusing any treatement, ready to snap at any moment, just at the mention of it. They had even gotten violent once with the other. Which had shocked the male, surprised the patient would go to such messures. Who was the patient? Well thats classified to the male. The male sighs again, letting his slightly tanned hand run through his hair. Horned shaped tuffs bouncing back up into there rightful form once his hand left his hair to rest on the arm of the sofa. His silver eyes scanning around his small home, until a familiar ring filled the silence. Letting the silver eyed fellow know someone was calling him. Slipping a hand into his frount pocket he snags his phone and answers the call.
"Hello?" His voice calls out to the other end of the line, soon a melodic feminine voice shreiks out a answer. Full of panick.
"Doctor Larrson, patient Thomas. H-he um..." the females voice trailed off into a whisper than to nothing. Leaving the doctor to worry, his own voice rising.
"What?! What has thomas done!?" He commanded, voice harsh. Mind wanting an answer. The girl on the other end jumps at his tone, but replies sullenly.
"He's attempted suicide sir...." She responds, only for the male to nearly drop his phone. His expression dropping any emotiom it had, held. He than clears his throat and responds quickly.
"I'll be right there" he than hangs up, and rises from the sofa. Snatching his keys, and heading for the door...

Uh... h-hello. I umm... Hope you injoyed the first... uhh.. chapter. Um...b-bye.