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Prince Charming ([personal profile] princehonorable) wrote2012-02-15 08:23 pm
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Ever since he'd woken up, people kept telling him that his memories would come back to him. They assured him it would happen, in their own time, and he'd believed them. At first, it even seemed to be happening. He'd begun to pull little threads of memories out of the mist, here and there, but then they just stopped. Day after day and nothing new came to him. David is beginning to think he'll sell his soul just to start piecing together the fragments he has.

He knows he's got options. He was just hoping that he could solve his own problems. When it becomes clear that he won't be able to do this without help, he makes his way down the hall from the clinic to the psych office, knocking on the door lightly. "I'm looking for a Charlie Bartlett," he says, glancing around the office. "I was told one found me when I first got here and I've been informed he works here, too. Is that you?" he asks, of the boy in front of him.
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-02-17 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's me," says Charlie, hurrieidly putting down his feet and discarding the comic that he's been flipping through. "You...look kind of different from the last time I saw you."

He holds out his hand.

"Hi. I'm Charlie. What can I do for you?"
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-02-20 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Therapy couldn't hurt," said Charlie, turning in the desk chair and reaching for the forms that he'd need. "I know that I've got spots, but I could probably fit you in with anyone you want to see."
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-02-22 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, if you're happy then I'm happy," says Charlie, reaching for the paper work. "You want to take a seat and I'll check you in?"
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-02-23 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am way not qualified for hypnosis," says Charlie, starting to fill in the sheet, as he glances up. "But there's probably totally someone int he ofice who can help out with that, even if you want me as your main therapist."
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-02-24 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's okay," says Charlie, getting comfortable in his chair so he doesn't fidget. "Why don't you just start at whatever you think is the beginning and we'll go from there?"
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-02-26 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"The United States. America," says Charlie, nodding. He makes a note. "Well, that's something, right? That's where you're from. It's a place to start. What else do you remember?"
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-02-27 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe we ought to focus on details," says Charlie, turning the pen over in his hand. "Can you tell me what the forest's like? Anything you can remember."
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-03-01 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's interesting," says Charlie, making a note, his eyebrow raised. "Why do you say that?"
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-03-04 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess we just have to keep picking through it all," says Charlie, twisting his pen between his fingers as he thinks. "See if there's any patterns. See if anything fits together."
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-03-05 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"We've kind of started already," says Charlie, reaching for his diary. "But how about we make a weekly appointment? Work on it a little bit at a time?"
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-03-06 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, no, not quite," says Charlie, flashing a grin. "But, one afternoon a week, I'm yours for an hour and we'll see what we can get to the bottom of, okay?"
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2012-03-08 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"No way," says Charlie, with a crooked smile. He holds out his hand.

"We're in this together."