The doctor decided that this time...he'd start off with Jeff's session. The boy from what he'd been informed was still overly groggy from the sedative. So there was nothing he could do in that area.

"Hello Jefferey."

The man started with his normal patter and Jeff just gave him the silent treatment. Dedoris sighed and set his papers out. One way or the other, he would get through to the man and he'd finally get the case for him closed.

"While growing up, did the boy ever show any odd traits."

Jeff stared at him in a confused manner. Was the whacko still trying to get in his head with this bull? It was really starting to piss him off.

"He was a normal kid, got dirty, hated wearing clothes, that shit. I never saw any bad from it."

The male would not reveal about that split personality that he thought the kid had. That would just add flame to the fire and make keeping the kid even harder. Dedoris didn't believe him on this.

"Look, the child from my view. Is suffering. In his mind, he is shielding and hiding from a thing we cannot see. You as his carer, must have spotted something even if it as minor. I have to know so I can help him , Jefferey."

Pleaded the doctor but Jeff still never trusted him. Not in the least.

"Told you, nothing bad happened. End of."

At this, the doctor began to lose focus.

"Do you love the boy, or don't you Jeff."

Jeff felt caught off guard with that and he looked at him. Who was he to ask that of him, course he cared.

"Course I care for him, I raised his ass all those years."

Dedoris loomed over Jeff and the killer wrinkled his nose.

"Then be a father, if you love that boy in there, you be his father and you get him the help that he needs. Even if he is sent away or if you no longer see him. He is your son, is he not. Would you not wish him better?!"

The man let Jeff's shoulders go and he stared at him.

"That child, is sick and I think you knew he had been for a long time."

Dedoris said and Jeff just bit his lip, he decided that it was not for the doctor, this was for his child he'd do this.

"....He has Multiple Personality Disorder..."

Jeff admitted without looking up , the other man began to note this down and listened to everything Jeff was saying.

"I only saw glimpses...he'd be so nice...the. He'd snap to this cold and distant personality. I haven't met him very much...but from the times I have. He is almost as lethal as I am doc. He damn near broke my rib . But then...there are the tired spells and during those times is when Jerry takes over ....but I've noticed that he's getting more and more tired each days....I fear that....if he loses control....then my Jerry, he won't be coming back."

For once, Jeff was completly open and honest about all of his words. He looked at the doctor and was actually crying slightly. The doctor was taking notes like crazy down and typing in words to his PDA.

"Doc.....don't let my boy go to sleep."

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After that, Jeff clammed up and refused to speak anymore, so the man left the asylum ward and walked back to the children's area. Jerry was now awake...but...no..there was something off about him. A coldness surrounded him.

"Jerry."

Was all the doctor said, but then...he saw those sullen eyes and he knew, it was the other one.

"Nope. He's asleep. So I'm in control. Guess again , if you lose, you lose an eye."

Jerome laughed and it was sort of deep this time, not like the soft spoken one he was used to.

"Then, who am I speaking to?"

Asked Dedoris as he sat and opened his book. Jerome was not in the mood for this and tried to struggle in the leather jacket.

"You won't be getting out, not until we help you."

Said Dedoris, Jerome just burst out laughing and then he stopped.

"You can help, by slitting your throat and dying,"

Said Jerome. The doctor frowned and began to jot some more things down, this session may prove bothersome if he can't get a clear answer from the personality.

"How many of you , are there?" D

"Just us two" J

"Has Jerry ever killed" D

"No" J

"... Have you ever killed" D

"Yes" J

"why did you kill?" D

"I wanted to make them pay" J

"I see...." D

The doctor went I to his bag and brought out a picture of a small dark haired boy with blue eyes. Jerome stared and shrugged.

"Some dumb photo. I don't care."

He spat on the photo and looked away.

"I don't want anything to do...with that emotion."

Jerome said lowly as he stopped speaking. It seemed that for now, he had to wait for Jerry to return, so he could talk more about Jerome and the other issue he wanted to bring .

"I wonder.... Will he handle the fact that he was taken on a whim? Rather than Jeff actually wanting him....I'll need to see tomorrow."

Dedoris shut the book and then left the room.

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DONE ANOTEHR ONNEEE