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Sai entered the room to see a small, balding man sitting in a chair with a pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose, a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. He was surrounded by hundreds of books, but they were all so dusty that it looked like they had never once been opened.
The man motioned her to the couch positioned next to the chair.
“ My name is Dr Freud and I will be assessing your mental state. Please lie down and we can get started.”
Sai did as she was told, though she nearly missed the couch as her attention was focused on the small tic the man had under his left eye. It would have been somewhat hypnotic, except that it was completely irregular, and only really got going when he spoke. Her stomach muscles protested as she used them to lower herself onto the couch, but at least her head was cooperating again.
“So, Sai, is it? Well, Sai, were you always with your mother as a young child?”
Stumped Sai tried to remember. It wasn’t easy since she felt slightly concussed, and she was pretty sure memories didn’t even start at that age, but she did her best, and thought that it was pretty unlikely in any case.
“I suppose not, I mean she must have gone places without me.”
“So you were separated from her?”
“Sometimes, but . . .”
“Aha! Maternal deprivation! You are an affectionless psychopath!”
“I am not!”
“And you’re in denial!”
“No I’m not – that’s in Egypt!”
“Oh dear, definitely repressing. You poor thing, your childhood must have been terrible.”
“No it . . .”
“Ever steal anything?”
“No! Well, except Orlando Bloom’s fangirls and J Lo’s bottom.”
“Delusional as well! My word.”
“I’m not delusional! Just ask Anakron!”
“And imaginary friends. My dear girl your mind is quite a minefield.”
About to reply with something a little less restrained, Sai realised that she not going to get any sense from the man, and decided to let him believe what he liked about her if it would just get her out of here faster.
“Fine, so I’m an affectionless psychopathic repressive denialist with imaginary friends.”
“Good! The first stage to recovery is acceptance!”
Shaking her head in bemusement Sai brought her hands to her face and pretended to break down in tears.
”You’re right, oh you’re so right!”
“Wonderful! The barriers have been broken! You’re going to be alright!”
“Really? Does that mean I can go now?”
The little man nodded and stood up. Beaming at Sai he extended a hand and pulled her to her feet. She was a little worried at how fast this whole section seemed to have gone, after the surgery she was sure there would be more dire consequences to be faced. Still, she wasn't about to complain!
“It is nice when I make a breakthrough. Makes me feel like this whole thing is worthwhile.”
And still beaming, he led a now rather guilty feeling Sai back out of the door. Outside she saw Fléin, but before she could warn him that this doctor was as insane as the last one, he had been whisked inside.
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