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The next day, I called Luka filling him up with everything I found out yesterday. When I mentioned that I wanted to visit the forest, he said he would come with me tomorrow to have a look which was a massive relief. I was dying to know what was in the forest but after what happened to Caleb, only a fool would go by themselves.

As I got ready for the day, dressing in my usual work attire of a skirt and blouse, I decided to forego high heels and wear flats - just in the case where there an event like last time and I didn't want to be running about barefoot.

Pestering KK with loads of kisses, I grabbed my keys and headed for my car. I heard someone calling my name faintly but I ignored it as I was in a rush to go work and didn't want to be late - and I had an inkling it was Karl.

My situation with Karl was a weird one. He was definitely cute and attractive but he couldn't hold a candle to Malik. It was strange as since the incident with Malik, I no longer found Karl attractive - no blushing or fast pulse. Strangely, some instincts were screaming at me to stay away from Karl even though he hadn't done anything to raise red flags.

I frowned as I pulled my way into the car park after passing through security. Instead of taking a long way down to the basement and being late, I decided to just take the lift down - the same one he took when I first saw him.

I tried to ignore and push through the swell of memories from that night unsuccessfully. Damn it, why was that stupid incident etched into my brain? I normally had a good memory, but everything from that night was oddly crystal clear and I could remember every little detail. Especially the way he held - Nope, I was not allowing my mind to go there. I gave myself a little mental shake to get rid of those unwanted thoughts.

Speaking of that night, I wonder what happened with Jessica/Lily or whatever level of crazy she was showing today. I hoped there were repercussions for what she pulled off, but they wouldn't tell me as she wasn't my patient anymore. I felt sorry for which poor person was stuck with her next.

I stepped out of the lift and made my way to the office where I placed my handbag down. Just as I did, the lady from the office last time came bustling in - this time with a name tag. I slyly took a peek as I actually didn't know what her name was.

"Hey... Sam? I was wondering if the patient is ready for my session".

She raised her eyebrow at me, obviously picking up that I was staring at her name tag.

"Yes, he has been there since morning. Before you go in, alert the guards and sign in".

I nodded and made a rough plan on what I was going to do with my one-hour session with him. I've never assessed his mental state and traits, so I needed to do all of that. I grabbed a Psychometric test which would test his skills, personality and knowledge. Balancing my files, papers and my notepad in one hand, I left the office and headed towards the Viewing Room where he was sat, waiting.

I stood outside briefly, gathering myself. The last time I saw him, all kinds of weird feelings took over my body, most of them uncontrollable. This time, I wasn't going to let this stranger affect me. Taking a deep breath to calm my nervous heart, I knocked to announce my presence and walked into the room.

He was seated in the same place, as usual, this time with no straitjacket. He stared unwaveringly at me as I moved, and rather than cowing away from his gaze, I stared back him whilst taking the seat opposite him. His lips twisted slightly into a small smile and my heart skipped a beat, but apart from that, he remained quiet and motionless and I remained outwardly calm.

"Good afternoon, my name is Dr Carlson and I will be your Psychologist from henceforth", I said whilst holding out my hand automatically for a handshake. I stared at my hand in shock and silently swore at myself for slipping up already, I was supposed to keep a distance from him for my own sanity. I wanted to take my hand back but that would be too embarrassing. My hand hovered in the air and I could feel the blood rise to my cheeks. Just as I was about to pull my hand back into a safe zone, his hand which was resting on the table reached out. His eyes stayed on mine as his hand wrapped around mine, cocooning it in a strange mixture of softness and firmness. My breath caught, as the electricity seemed to run from my fingertips to every cell in my body, every sense was heightened and on fire, burning with a desire to get closer. From the intense, intimate feeling of his hand on mine to the smell of the woods and nature emitting from him, a scent that should have been impossible to bottle. It felt like an out of body experience, I was barely aware of our hands moving in sync and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his deep, golden, hypnotic irises. I would have stayed in this trance forever, but I snapped out of it once I saw his smile grow in reaction to my response. I untangled my fingers from his and pulled back quickly, my body already missing his warmth. The silence was thick and heavy, becoming awkward very quickly.

I cleared my throat, ignoring his burning, heavy gaze. "Since there were very little notes made about you, I am going to have to do the assessments and evaluations again. Any questions?" My voice came out clear and steady - a complete opposite to the turmoil happening inside.

His head moves slightly which I took as confirmation to continue. He still had that small little smile on his face which annoyed and flustered me at the same time.

"First of all, I was looking at your file. Why is a lot of the data missing? You also don't have a recorded surname"

No response. Nothing. He just sat there. I pushed on regardless. I needed to get something out of him for my research.

"Date of birth? For tailored treatments, age is a factor, so I need to know roughly how old you are", I said in frustration and curiosity.

Again nothing. I sighed loudly, so my annoyance would be known. I took out my notebook and scribbled down some notes. I pulled out the Psychometric test from my bundle of papers and handed it to him along with a pen.

"Can you please answer all the questions to the best of your ability".

He made no move to take the paper, just sat there stoically like a marble statue. At this point, I was feeling desperate. I needed to make some progress otherwise this session would be a waste.

"Please?" I called out hesitantly.

Something flashed in his eyes, something unreadable but he pulled the paper towards him and started to work through it. I felt a massive burden lift off my chest. Watching him closely, I noticed he didn't even look bothered by the test. He was answering the questions with ease, the pen flying across the page. A lock of golden-brown hair fell across his forehead and I almost had to sit on my heads so I wouldn't fall into the temptation of brushing it back. His hair looked so soft and silky, ruffled but every hair in place. He suddenly looked up at me and caught me staring. I felt my face slightly flush but I didn't want to show that I was embarrassed so I shrugged unapologetically. Part of my job was to observe closely.

He pushed back the paper.

"Done? Already?"

A slight nod. That was fast - abnormally fast. I put the test to the side with the intent of reviewing it later and started my verbal interrogation even if it didn't work because of his silence. I noticed he hadn't said a single word to me at all. Only gestures. This meant I could only ask Yes/No questions at the moment.

I expressed this to him that I would only be asking Yes/No questions and that small smile grew which caught me off-guard. I cleared my throat quietly.

"Do you know why you are admitted here?"

He nodded in response.

I wrote that down. At least he knew. For some reason, I wasn't told why he was here or what was wrong with him.

"Are you satisfied with your admission here?"

He seemed to think my question through but gave me no response overall. His eyes flicked to the paper down to the bundle of papers next to me.

"Are satisfied with staying here, long term?"

A slight shake of his head to gesture no.

"What do you want to get from this treatment?"

No answer, but again his eyes flicked to the papers on next to me.

"How do you view your mental illness?"

Again, he ignored me and looked at the papers again. I looked at the papers to see what had grabbed his attention when I realised that at the top of the pile was the test he just did. He obviously wasn't verbally responding to my questions but maybe he had written something down. I had no idea what was he was planning behind that controlled facade, but the way he kept looking at the paper meant something was there. He must have had noticed as he no longer looked down at the paper but maintained eye contact with me like he was doing before.

"Well, Malik. This concludes our session for today. Any questions?" I said as I gathered my things in concealed excitement. He didn't respond, but I could feel his dense dark gaze watching me as I walked out of his room. As I walked away from him, the heaviness of his gaze was replaced by something more melancholy which I mentally pushed to the side. I put all the papers in my bag and headed for the exit.

"Excuse me, Doctor. You cannot take anything out of here". The lady from earlier - Sam I think - was watching me from the office.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, I was in a rush to get home for my uh cats vets appointment, I forgot I need to file my notes", I said laughing off my lie.

I walked into the office with Sam literally right behind me, her eyes narrowed as she watched me take out all the notes from my bag. There was a reason Malik wasn't talking and if he has written something for me and it got caught, something could happen to him.

I picked up my more random notes first, pretending to go through them thoroughly and then filing them. Sam had sat down in her chair but was still watching me cautiously. She still hadn't moved and I was running out of notes to procrastinate with. With a sigh, I took out the Psychometric test. She clearly wasn't going anywhere, but I could at least try to do damage control. I quickly flicked through the paper to see what he had written and on the last empty side was some sort of note written in elegant cursive writing.

There was no way I could let anyone see it as my gut feeling was telling me to hide it as it had something important on it. I angled my back towards her discreetly and pulled out the last paper from the stapled stack. I quietly folded it into four whilst humming quietly to soften any loud noises I might have made. The only problem now was sneaking the paper out. Noticing a half-empty mug of tea close to the edge of the desk, I 'accidentally' tugged on it and it fell, shattering loudly as the brown liquid spilt and splattered on my legs, causing Sam to scream.

"Oh no", I gasped in fake horror. "I'm so sorry, let me grab some tissues and I'll mop the mess up".

"You should be more careful", she grumbled obviously still shaken from the sudden shock. "And you don't need to clean it. Asks the guards to tell the cleaner to come. You have got tea on your shoes by the way".

"Oh, I need to get these tea stains off quickly. Running water should help", I said as I left the office, the paper folded up in my palm. I notified the guards and headed to the ladies bathroom, the one place on this whole floor – including the office - without cameras. I quickly cleaned up the spillage on my shoes and legs and locked myself in a bathroom stall. Untucking my blouse, I slipped the paper in my bra and tucked my blouse back into my skirt. I smoothed down my skirt and went back to the office, the mess on the floor already cleaned up.

"I am so sorry for spilling that tea. I am all done and I will be heading home now".

"If you don't mind, I will be checking your bag before you leave", she said with her eyes narrowed.

"Oh yes, that's fine by me", I said handing my bag over. She rummaged through my bag quietly and then handed it back to me.

"All clear, you're good to go".

"Thank you", I replied taking my bag of her. I headed straight for the exit and then to my car, not stopping till I was safely out of Holston's premises. I pulled up outside my house, went inside and locked my door. With bated breath and trembling fingers, I opened up the message he wrote to me.

This was lonnnggg - way longer than my usual. 

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