What do you want from me?

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"Where's George!!? he should be here by now" a man asked very demanding as if almost like he was about to loose his patience

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'GEORGE POV'

It was just about 7:30 in the morning  I had overslept 

"SHIT im going to be late" I looked at my phone seeing as my notifications kept going off. It was the boss I am so screwed.

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As I arrived at work I clock in as usual grabbing my files and heading to my patients. As soon as i was heading to the elevator I see the boss

"Hello George you were a bit late coming in for work today" he said looking at me confused. I never come to work late but today was different I just had a lot of stuff going on. 

"Sorry Mr. Philza I overslept I promise it wont happen again" I didn't oversleep though I had my own problems to deal with at the moment but I have to handle those on my own 

"I hope not George I can't have one of my best workers slacking" he nods and excuses me to attend my patient. 

I grab my folder marking what room I am in the time little details. 

"So Tommy how are you doing today?" Tommy glances up and shoots me a look as if he were going to tackle me 

"What the hell do you think i'm doing today Dr!!" Tommy shouted like he was a little kid whenever their mother would not allow them to get there way.

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Tommy could be hard to work with at some points he would just yell curse words all the time or just completely like the child he is. He is the only youngest patient we have so it can kinda get hard sometimes. 

"George, Philza wants to see you in his office right now" a slightly taller boy then George said.

"Ok thank you Karl" did i do something wrong. I checked all my folders before heading to Philza's office what could it possibly be? i open the door to see Philza sitting patiently by his desk

"You called for me boss" I hum nervous am I getting fired?

"George sit" Philza waved for him signally him to take a seat .

"George as you already know you are the best worker here out of everybody so with that in your mind I have a promotion just for you" Philza hummed

"What is the promotion" I was genuinely edger to know what it was. He hands me a folder but this one's different it was a red folder I haven't seen those here for a long time this can't be possible

"Over night he got transferred to our facility knowing we have you, they believe you can help them crack him and possible help him" I open the folder to my surprise I see a picture of a blond along with a description of why he was here anger issues, extremely violent and WHATTTT!!!!??? MURDER!!!!

"Sir I never handled anyone this high ranked only lower ranks" I jut can't comprehend whats is going on right now. 

"That's why I assigned you this job you're the best of the best or I wouldn't have asked you" he wasn't wrong I helped more patients then anyone in this place. Philza looks at me awaiting my answer, I simply nod grabbing my things and getting started right away 

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I head down beneath the building where they kept him I can't believe I even agreed to take this stupid job but i needed the extra money though. 

The guards open the door for me and there sits the blond wrapped up where he cant moved in confinement

'BLONDS POV '

I struggle as they put me away in confinement I sit there almost for 2 hours now, then the door opens I see a brunette enter the room with a whole bunch of papers "who's this" I think to myself I scan his face then I see it an idea dangling from his neck Dr. Davidson?

'GEORGES POV'

I set up for today's session unaware of what is going to happen

"Whats a pretty boy like you doing in here" the blond blurted I look at him i don't know why but I wanted to blush but why?

"I'm Dr. Davidson I am going to be your psychiatrist for the time being your are in this facility" I can see as he eyes me down damn for a criminal hes pretty hot  Wait no I can't be thinking like that I have my own stuff to deal with I cant be thinking like this 

"so do you know why you are here?" I asked him 

"No idea pretty boy mind telling me?" he smirked at me with a devilish grin 










This is going to be harder then I thought.

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