P#1 slowly lifted his gaze downwards to meet mine. They were a light gray, which was an odd contrast to the dull gray on the walls. It was clear by the look of his expression that I wasn't welcome.
"My name is David, it's nice meeting you. What is your name?" I tried to say in my most polite voice, but I feared it came out as if I was talking to a child.
"...My name?" Patient #1 spoke in confusion, as if he hadn't gave it much thought before. "Flynn."
His tone had changed considerably, and his face was less grim now. I see the others that came in here weren't very friendly. Many victims of S#00 have I read about, but Flynn was an odd one, as if he was bordering sanity and insanity. This is a chance for me to potentially help a scarred young man, and to unearth some details of S#00 at the same time.
"Flynn, I think you know why you're here. We don't want to forcibly keep you here, but we can't let you go yet either. If you do your best to cooperate with us, I will see to your release." Speaking in a professional manner is my much preferred style, despite sounding a little stale at times. The young man thought to himself for a long moment before nodding his head slightly. At least he was more stable now.
I pulled a notepad along with a pencil out of my bag and held it out to Flynn. "Can you draw... Him for me?" Many times have I heard of people drawing S#00 as a way of self-therapy and to fight their fears to an extent, P#1 grabbed the pencil and began to scribble; but when he gave it back it was just a drawing of a stick figure.
"This is my friend. He was named David just like you." Flynn said softly as he smiled, but it quickly faded.
"Really? That's funny, maybe you can take me to meet him one day."
"...Maybe you don't want to."
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