Percy POV-
I don't know how long it took for the phycologist to come back, but it felt like forever. In reality, it was probably only 10 minutes.

He had a cart with him, and it had a lot of medical looking stuff on it.

"Should I be worried that you'll accidentally destroy my face? I don't want more people looking at me then there already are. Not that it will mater in a mental hospital."

"I trained as a doctor for three years, then I quit and became a phycologist. You have nothing to worry about."

"I have plenty to worry about. What's your name anyway?"

"Dr. Brekker."

Brekker was getting the tools he needed off the cart, and I continued to ask him questions.

"Why did you become a Phycologist?"

"If I tell you will you tell me something about you?"

No.

"I'll think about it."

"I don't tell this to most people, but if it means you might open up, I'll tell you." He said, "I saw a lot of nasty stuff were I grew up. It took tolls on everyone. The kids were completely messed up from the minute they learned how to talk. I wanted to help them, but I knew there was nothing I could do for that town. So, I moved here and went to Medical school. After three years, I realized I hated it and decided to help people's minds, not body's. So, here I am."

"You should stick with the people who can be helped. Not me. Your wasting your time on someone who doesn't have much left."

"People like you are exactly why I took this job."

"You've never met someone like me."

"That's for me to decide, not you. Now shut up, I don't want to mess up."

I did what he told, and then he told me to lay down.

After I did that, he proceeded to clean up the wound with something that stung a lot.

It didn't bother me much though, I could take it.

He then checked the wound, and said that it was infected, but didn't seem to be doing any real harm to me.

"Just bandage it." I said.

So, he did.

Once he was done, he sat down on a chair and just looked at me, waiting for me to talk.