The doctor put on his white over shirt to make himself look a bit more presentable, and right on queue, another knock was heard.
“Come in.” he said, sitting down in his comfy chair.
The door opened, and a boy no older than 16 stepped through the entrance. He didn’t bother to look at the doctor, only going straight towards the patient bed and sitting down on the edge. He hadn’t bothered to close the door, and his back was to the doctor.
The doctor sighed and got up to close the door.
“So… I can see that you’re not too excited about being here.”

The boy didn’t respond. Not even a slight movement, and for a few seconds the doctor wondered if he’d fallen asleep.
“You have a name?”
The boy shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter…”
Dr. Telesfore nodded, seeing the boy wasn’t in the mood for prodding.
“Ok then, I’ll call you.. Nathaniel. No.. Nate. Yes, I’ll call you Nate. Is that alright with you?”
“I like Nathaniel better.” the boy replied in an apathetic tone.

The doctor frowned and nodded.
“Alright, Nathaniel it is… now-”
He was taken by surprise when the boy suddenly whirled around and caught the doctor's eyes, punching the bed.
“Look, you don’t get it, do you?”
The doctor’s eyes widened.
Get it?
“I didn’t ask to come here. I didn’t ask to be put on some BS drugs to make me feel better about myself, and I sure as hell don’t need some gay psychiatrist telling me I need more so I don’t commit suicide!”

The doctor blinked and nodded.
“Alright. That’s fine. If you don’t want to be here, you’re perfectly welcome to leave. You don’t have to come back, and we’ll both be happy.”
The boy was surprised by the doctor’s response, and brushed the black hair out of his emerald eyes.
“I won’t be…”
The doctor kept unsteady eye contact with Nathaniel, who looked as though he were about to break down.
Nathaniel laughed darkly.
“This is why…”
He rolled up his sleeves to reveal crimson red marks running parallel along his forearm.

The End

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