Powerful Beyond Measure [Group 1]
Sept 11, 2013 14:01:42 GMT -5
Post by semper on Sept 11, 2013 14:01:42 GMT -5
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The anxiety was welling up inside of Bull like boiling water about to overflow the lip of a pot. He set his jaw tightly, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, trying to work out some of the fear. I’m getting help, I’m going to be alright. But would he? After years of laying his vocal chords to rest as a result of a petty fear, would coming to see a therapist do him any good? He didn’t need to speak to anyone out in the wilderness, but here in Six, specifically at Tempus, it was much harder to communicate with people. Kody was really the only one that could understand his body language and translate it into words, but for the little things it was quite a pain.
The door opened to reveal a very amiable looking man with a smile on his face. Bull returned the smile with a small one of his own, shaking his head ‘no’ in reply to the man’s question. The therapist then turned around and welcomed him into the room. Bull stepped in cautiously, looking around. It wasn’t anything grand or spectacular, no – quite the opposite, really. It’s worn and cozy, giving off the aura that many people had visited the place. The room of a very good man. He must have had several clients in years past and judging by the looks of the furniture he was either very good or very poor. Bull couldn’t imagine that the man was making very much money off of healing peoples’ minds, but the knowledge that he was helping others was probably enough payment.
He sat down on the worn couch across from the therapist who also sat down, taking the position that he was ready to start. Bull listened intently, tucking away the fear he held earlier, clasping his hands together in his lap in order to keep them from visibly trembling. He cast a light nod to affirm his name and a small grin to acknowledge the joke on the doctor’s unfortunate gambling skills. The doctor also motioned toward a pad and pencil on the table, much to Bull’s relief. He grabbed for it much more quickly than he would like to admit, pulling it into his lap and clutching the pencil with a very tight grip. He was greatly thankful to have a means of communicating the little details to the doctor but it would also mean that the session would take longer. It doesn’t matter, though. Minds don’t heal like bodies do. Mental healing takes a long time.
He lifted his sheepish gaze back to the doctor as he explained that basically whatever happened in that room would stay there. He wouldn’t breathe a word of their session to anyone else and that settled Bull’s anxiety a bit. He knew that doctors weren’t allowed to share client information, but it was the fact that he would be giving a stranger all this personal information that they, in turn, could use to destroy a person was what terrified him the most.
Bull swallowed hard, dropping his attention to the blank notepad and reminiscing over his week. He recalled much of Kody and doing things with him as well as doing a few odd jobs at Tempus. It wasn’t very exciting but it was something to get the ball rolling. He set the tip of the pencil to the paper and, in his small, neat, cursive handwriting, he began to recount his week:It’s been okay, I guess. I work for Tempus so I’ve been doing quite a few odd jobs there over the week. I also spent a lot of my time with my only friend, Kody, who also works there. I guess I’ve felt kind of… neutral. Not too good, not too bad, but I’ve certainly had bad times particularly at night.
It wasn’t very much but he would go into more detail should the doctor ask. He then set the notepad on the small table for him to take and read.