( chapter 3, part 2… )
Dr. Krocker did not answer me right away. He gazed at me before replying in a careful and meticulous manner.
“There is no right answer to that question, Drew. But I suspect it had something to do with your fall in the woods. But do take it as merely a theory, as I said so earlier, I am not a medical expert,” Dr. Krocker stated with a laid back sitting position within his chair.
I just nodded in response, half listening but got the gist of what he said in my mind as a simple “No clue” in my brain.
“Will I be…normal?” I hesitated to ask, but felt the need to ask the question as soon as it entered my mind, feeling immediately ashamed at how I phrased the question.
“Normal is hard to define, Drew. You are still whom you are meant to be,” he responded almost immediately, surveying me as if trying to grasp what I was thinking.
‘He is a psychologist after all,’ I thought instantly whilst mentally rolling my eyes at my dumb thought to myself about a psychologist analysing me.
“Ask him why I ain’t whom I am meant to be, Drew,” Darius suddenly piped up next to me, having stopped crying and gotten up off the floor minutes before as Dr. Krocker and I were talking together.
I haphazardly thought about it for a split second as my attention was drawn away from Dr. Krocker towards Darius. Darius looked serious at his suggestion and crossed his arms whilst just staring at the doctor.
I lightly sighed before asking the question towards Dr. Krocker.
“Darius is here and he wants to know why he doesn’t feel like who he is, Dr Krocker?”
Dr. Krocker leaned forwards slightly in his chair with mild interest etched upon his face.
“Well, now that, is very telling, Drew. Tell him that the notion of identity in him is astounding and should be commended,” Dr. Krocker said in response seriously, no mocking undertones or superficial smile hiding behind his professional phrasing.
“He sounds like a condescending nitwit, Drew. What does he take you for, a parrot?” Darius muttered that made me slightly smirk at Darius’s statement to Dr. Krocker.
I noticed Dr. Krocker staring at me with a slightly stone-faced expression of confusion, possibly noticing my spontaneous smile out of nowhere.
“Sorry, Darius just thinks that you think I’m a parrot, you know, relaying messages to me when he can hear you perfectly fine,” I explained, my mirth still evident upon my face at the absurdity of it all.
But my smile soon faded as I witnessed no change in Dr. Krocker’s serious expression as I told him this.
( to be continued… )