Psychiatric Evaluations of The Problematics - 2
On the 2nd of November, River walked into the IMHM and felt eyes following him. He smiled elegantly while saying his ‘Hellos’ and scuttled towards the elevator. Once inside, he let out a sigh with the bearing of a martyr.
Those people really didn’t have anything more important to do, did they? How he wished to make them all look at the ground, but he couldn’t. It took him three years and a lucky ‘coincidence’ to get to where he is.
The head of the department of psychiatry.
He pressed the button for the third floor, and then heard a small ‘Thank you’ behind him. He felt the creeps going down his spine and turned around like a whirlwind, papers falling out of his hands.
He saw a woman dressed in a blue sweater, squirming like she needed to go to the toilet badly. Her black hair was in a bun, and she had pastel green eyes. Oval face and big mouth. His mind started turning fast.
He knelt down to pick up the papers, and decided to engage, ”Oh dear, did I scare you? I apologize.” He put on his signature smile and got back up. She calmed down, but blushed. Good.
”I must admit that you scared me, too. I didn’t notice that someone was with me in the elevator because of nervousness. I felt that my heart was about to jump out of my throat.” Stop, too much will overwhelm her, flashed through his mind.
”You don’t need to mind me, I was going to the third floor too, that’s why I thanked you. I must say, everyone says you’re the epitome of kindness, but even you get tired sometimes, huh?” Out of the girl’s mouth flowed a river of words, she was talking without stuttering or quietly like he predicted.
An unexpected thing happened. He was dumbstruck for a second, then gained his confidence back. ”I’m glad that’s the case. You’re right, it’s not the best feeling when people are staring without reservation.”
He straightened his back and extended his hand for a handshake. ”I’m River Wooldam. I’m assuming that we will be working in the same department from today on, so I’d like to know your name. I need to put you on my ‘Observe’ list.”
She took his hand and shook firmly. ”Daria Cohn, at your service. I will be your assistant consultant. I’m 22 and fresh out of Derney College, psychology major, here as an intern for experience in psychiatric consulting. May I know what the ‘Observe’ list is about?” She smiled slightly, like she found something funny.
He looked deep into her eyes. Clear like a muddy lake, perfect. A schemer.
”Well, I put all the people I find unusual or of special interest on it. For example, you acted out a perfect look of an insecure woman that is uncomfortable in a man’s presence, yet here you are, talking to me like we are about to sign a big contract. The presence around you is completely different from what you appear at a first glance.” Her smile became more evident and her eyes shone in amusement.
Her back perfectly straightened and he could see she was about five centimeters taller than she appeared. She wore Mary-Janes, which was inconsistent with her personality, but even the toughest people had their fancies.
”Oh, so I qualified just like that. Well, you won’t find anything that interesting in our other colleagues, so I guess I’ll have to suffice until we get a new patient in.”
The elevator finally came to a halt, and they stepped out in unison.
River thought that his days ahead will be even more interesting than expected. Daria will be a great helper. He stood in front of the office on which was a plaque that said ‘Head of Psychiatry Dept’.
He’ll carve his name in later. It’s not like he had anything big to do for a while. Or that’s what he thought until he entered his office.
Graffiti, scratches, broken glass, rotten plants, ripped books. ”What in fresh hell…” Before he could continue, Daria came to inform him.
”You shouldn’t be upset. This is what one of the former employees did. I’m her replacement. She was the head’s mistress. It seems he scammed her too out of money and gave a phony promise of divorcing his wife, so after he got arrested, she made a scene and ‘decorated’ his office.”
River put his hand over his face and started massaging his eyes. ”And the reason for people not cleaning this up?”
Daria blinked, as if the answer was obvious. ”Wait, let me guess. A warm welcome for the new head?” Receiving a mischievous smile, he knew he got it right. What was this supposed to be?
An initiation. It seems that his subordinated had a sadistic streak. Clicking with his tongue in frustration, he exited his office and sat on one of the lounge chairs that shouldn’t have been there.
The whole floor was theirs, and his office along with spacious cubicles for his employees occupied just a little part of it. Immediately after exiting the elevator, if you went straight ahead, you’d see the door that says ‘Department of Psychiatry’.
Left, in-patient’s wing which was currently empty. They had ten separate rooms, four of them with two beds, one with four, four solitary rooms, and a lounge that had enough space to hold about thirty people plus furniture.
If you were to go right, you’d see a small lounge for employees, toilets for them, and a janitor’s room. If you went further in, you’d see one empty room, which was previously used as a restraining room for patients that had an outbreak. He thought he’d have to buy dark curtains for that one.
Hearing a ‘ding’, he saw two men coming out of the elevator.
One big and bulky, in a business suit, seemingly blank look on his face, his hair styled with gel to stay in one place. Too rigid, rule-abiding, possible family abuse, lack of self-confidence, absolute subordination if under someone, but if a leader… He was unqualified.
The other was tall, a little taller than River himself, but scrawny and slouching. The moment he saw Daria, his eyes lit up. Simple, reckless, but cautious when it comes to matters of work, ambitious, insomniac, a decisive man. He could be shaped up into a good tool. He was the main assistant.
The bodybuilder could be replaced anytime. If he were to stay, he’d become a liability, a weak link in the chain.
”Welcome, gentlemen. I see, right on time.” He smiled and got up, waiting for them to approach. They needed to understand he was their leader now.
As he expected, the bulky man came right over. Shaking his hand, he introduced himself, ”I’m Michael Blue. Glad to meet you.” Ah, he was from a conservative white family.
”Hi, my n-n-name is Leeroy Dawn. I apologize for-for-for my stutter. It happ-p-p-pens when I’m n-n-n…” He took in a deep breath. ”When I’m nervous.”
Leeroy was a couple centimeters taller than River, but seemed smaller as he slouched his back. He came from a bad neighbourhood, River saw it in his eyes. He had already seen some things, he guessed.
Statistically, a black male of his age would already start a family, but he didn’t see a wedding band on his left hand. But he did see a pair of rings on a necklace, next to a dog tag.
River nodded and smiled lightly. ”Don’t worry, everyone needs time to adjust, especially since I came out of nowhere. I guess it’s the same for Michael.” Michael answered immediately.
”No, sir, I have no problems.” There was a note of pride and mockery in his answer. With this, River gave his final decision. He didn’t need a racist arse in his department.
At this moment, the elevator opened for the third time. Out came a man with a small stature but trained body.
People would think he is someone’s rich son if he weren’t wearing janitor’s overalls. He nodded, his eyes giving off a sharp edge, but softness on his lips. He was disciplined, proud, strong-willed, inherently calm, and liked physical contact.
All of this information River gathered as the man came to hug him with one hand like he was his best friend. He already had specifics about this man.
Former brigadier general of the 2nd Air Corps, was near getting a promotion when he was falsely accused of theft of some important documents. After proven innocent, he left the army and went to Baylin University, the second best university when it came to psychology.
Finished in two years and got a Bachelor’s on Jungian psychological concepts and archetypes. Published a couple of papers that gave him a job in a General Hospital of Derney as a trauma specialist in their psychotherapy department. But after a violent outbreak of one of his patients, he resigned and became a janitor at IMHM. Currently 32 years old.
”Hello, nice to meet ya, newb. I’m Christopher Harris. At your service, man.” Follow-up was a hard back slap, though River saw that the man probably wasn’t aware of his strength.
This was the man that took down the previous vice-president and head of psychiatry dept with just an USB.
Name: Christopher Harris. Codename: Hummingbird.
Can you win, River?