Growing Anxiety

[magnus knight]

Here's a story I wrote a while back, posting it now, because a new part is coming soon. Enjoy all.


Chapter the First

Tuesday afternoon at the Daystrom Psychiatric Institute and like any other day of the week the staff and team of doctors were busy helping out those in society who needed that little something extra to get through life. Some were depressed, others just a little stressed out. After all in this modern world who isn?t? Others were there for more pervasive disorders of the psyche. The staff was of course well trained to handle this and much more, but nothing could have quite prepared them for the man who just walked in the door.

He shivered and shook his head on his way into the office. His black muddy shoes made squishing sounds as he made his way past the other waiting patients towards the receptionist?s desk. The receptionist was busy typing on her computer when she heard a husky ?Howdy Miss? which made her tilt her head up to the tall stranger. She turned to him and asked how she could help. He replied that he had never been in this place before but urgently needed to talk to a doctor. She of course told him how that wouldn?t work without an appointment, but just then remembered a recent cancellation she took down. She told him someone could see him but it might be a while. The next thing he said was if the doctor was a man or women. She told him it was a woman, Dr. Mary Nicolevie. He said he?d feel more comfortable with a male doctor, but in reply she said Dr. Nicolevie was fully qualified and if he didn?t wish to see her it would be another three weeks for an opening. Grudgingly he took the appointment. As the receptionist handed him the forms he was required to fill out before the visit an odd cold shiver ran down her back. She just shrugged it off and handed him a pen.

As he was filling out the forms he?d look up at the cute young receptionist and with each glance a shiver went down her spine. She figured the thermostat was messed with by one of the patients and so she got up and made her way around the desk to it?s location on the wall.

She made her way through the waiting room to the thermostat and thought odd that it was at the same temperature it always was of 69 degrees. She turned it up anyways as another shiver went through her spine. During the walk back to her desk she felt the eyes of the man who just came in upon her body checking her out, which made her a little uncomfortable, but years of this taught her to just ignore it.

He was by all means almost entranced by this blonde?s beauty. It was a long time since he has seen a woman of such beauty. Her short blond hair, the white suit coat with its gold buttons she wore with matching white knee length skirt. The white hose that so elegantly encased her legs all the way down to the white slide pumps she wore to keep her postured in such a way that her breasts jutted out a little more to make her B cup hedge towards the C side. To him she was a princess in white with a cream complexion.

On the way back to her desk the man filling out the forms reached out to hand her said forms which he just completed. As she took them she stumbled slightly, which she thought was odd because of her usual perfect balance. She excused herself took the completed forms and made her way back to her desk, all the while still feeling his gave upon her, though now it felt almost warming. The thing that neither of them realized yet was that her before mentioned knee length skirt was now just a tad ever so higher.

As he sat in the waiting room until it was his turn the mysterious stranger would glance over from time to time at the receptionist and just flash a casual smile. Automatically she would do the same as if there was some kind of preprogramming in her mind to do so. Every so often during this exchange she would get what could best be described as a shiver down her spine followed by a brief sense of confinement from somewhere deep with in.

After nearly a half hour of this back and forth courtesy exchange she began to feel a bit disturbed by the gentlemen. All he seemed to do was staring at her for a while, and then dart his eyes about the room nervously as if he expected something to happen at any moment. She knew she couldn?t really do anything about it so she just continued along with her work while from time to time played with the collar of her suit coat and slipped her feet in and out of her pumps as her feet ached slightly. She was going to go to lunch, but as she stood up she noticed how her skirt felt tight against her waist and so she decided she could maybe do without today. After all she wanted to watch her figure or else she might have to buy a whole new wardrobe.

Forty-five minutes went by, and those minutes soon stretched into an hour then an hour and a half and the man waited patiently until he heard ?M. Knightly? called by a nurse who remained unseen in the back of the office. He stood and nodded as if to say here and then proceeded to follow the middle aged nurse into the back of the office. There she led him past a series of rooms until they came to one marked Patient Waiting Area where she asked him in a most gentle manner to sit down so she could get some more personal information.

The man told her about his past medical history. He started back with High School where he told her how he used to get the worst panic attacks and deep depressions that would keep him out of school for days at a time. Then he went on to say how his feelings of intense anxiety and shyness around women eventually kept him from graduating with his class. She asked him about his insurance and he responded he had none nor has he worked for ten years. ?How will you be paying for this then?? she asked. He responded by silently pulling from his pocket a roll of hundred dollar bills. She looked at him bewildered but accepted one of the clean crisp bills as payment in full. After getting some more back round information she thanked him for his time and patients and told him the doctor would be with him in about fifteen minutes. He thanked her and she left him alone.

All the while he was in the room he kept going over in his mind if he should be doing what he is doing. Whether it was even safe for him out in the world, after all the condition he was here to treat was unique to say the very least. He also knew though that unless he went back into the world to test himself out and get any help left he needed that he could be forced to live in seclusion for the rest of his life. At any rate if anyone could be trusted with his secrete on the outside it would be a medical professional.

Knocking at the door signaled that the doctor was ready for him and as the door swung open he was a bit taken a back by her beauty for some one her age. She was a slender woman with short black hair neatly set to curl up at her neck slightly. She wore a black blouse with white stripes, solid black suit coat, and thick black belt which below had a matching skirt that dropped down to her knees. The skirt was some what loose but still form fitting in a flattering manner. Just below that her legs were encased in black nylons that went into her professional heels that had small criss cross in the tops to showcase her dainty feet. She wore a red pendant that hung from a gold chain and red nail polish with wedding ring and lipstick to match. ?Hi, I?m Dr. Nicolevie,? she said with an outstretched hand. ?You must be Mr. Knightly.? She smiles as he reached out to shake her hand. The only sign that this woman was in her forties was the single swatch of hair the came down and curled in the front that was white as freshly fallen snow. ?Will you follow me please.? She said and so he walked slowly behind her down the hall into the office marked with her name.

As he entered the room he saw she had a nice leather couch at one end and across from it was her desk. As she entered she proceeded to take off her suit coat and hang it off a hook on the door. ?Have a seat please.? She asked and as he sat down on the comfy leather couch she swung around to take a seat behind her desk. From this perspective she had a full view of him, but all he could see of her were the bottoms of her ankles and shoes and the upper part of her chest, which he guessed was a B cup which really wasn?t bad for the 5?6? woman, and her necklace in full view and above.

After some light banter exchanged between the two she looked down into the folder in front of her and pulled out a note pad and asked what brought him here today.
?Well you see miss,? he started but was interrupted by ?its misses, but you can call me Dr. Nicolevie.? He blushed a bit from embarrassment but then continued after clearing his throat, ?Dr. Nicolevie, I?m here to try and get control of my personal demons once and for all, my emotional problems.? She responded with a nod as she wrote all this down for later.

?You see Dr. Nickolevie for a good number of years I?ve had a number of problems with depression and anxiety. More so then with most other people, and it has really hurt me when out in public or anywhere where there are woman around for that matter.? She looked up and said, ?So you have relationship issues too then?? To which he responded, ?Well yes, in a strange way yes I have.? ?What do you mean in a strange way?? Was her reply. He seemed to avert his gaze and started to fidget a bit and during the silence his mind began to wonder.

Mean while backing the lobby behind the receptionist?s desk the young blond began to shift about restlessly in her seat squirming and trying to get comfortable. The nurse passing by asked what her problem was. ?It?s these damn heels.? She replied looking down with a mixture of confusion and displeasure. ?They were pinching my feet for a while, and then stopped, and now they hurt again.? The nurse just politely smiled, ?Honey, when you get to be my age you?ll figure out it?s not worth wearing those things and switch to something better suited for yourself.? The receptionist just looked up at her and smiled as she tried to get back to work.

Back in the doctor?s office the silence continued. ?Don?t really feel comfortable telling me yet?? He looked up and went ?Not that, but I doubt you will believe me if I tell you.? She reassured him that in her sixteen years of practice she heard everything. He smiled a bit sarcastically, and then asked if they could change the subject. ?Sure, it?s your time and we?ll get through whatever it is eventually.? Meanwhile back out front the young blond woman stopped shifting and was finally able to get back to work. She thought about how all of this was so odd, but shrugged it of and went back to typing up the reports that the doctor sent out to the other doctors she shared patients with.

As the time ticked by the two continued their conversation in the good doctor?s office. He began to open up to her more and she responded with kind praise and smiles from across the room behind her wood desk. ?So when did you first experience these feelings?? she asked him. ?High School, junior year when I was working on a school play.? was his reply. She looked at him for a brief moment with an ah ha kind of expression. Then she quickly jotted something down on her note pad. ?Was it stage fright?? she asked him as if she hit the nail on the head with her comment. ?No, it involved a girl I knew.? was his response slightly blushing. ?So it might have had something to do with acting with one you maybe had feelings for then?? she asked once again acting as if she figured out his problem. Turning a tiny bit redder in the face he responded to her with, ?I had feelings for her but?? Dr. Nicolevie interrupted him with, ?But you never were able to express them in person to her.? ?Yes.? Was his reply and the two smiled as if some progress was just made. He began to feel a bit more at ease with her and told her the rest of the story.

?You see she was on stage practicing her soliloquy for our upcoming performance of Romeo and Juliet our school was doing. She was playing Juliet, while I was just the lowly stage hand helping to set up the lighting. Despite the fact I always had a crush on her I was always to nervous with her, no, make that every women I ever had a crush on to say or do anything. That day though, fate was about to deal a wild card to me that I was totally unprepared for. You see the other star Mike Michelson had come down with a cold and needed to rest this voice for the following week. The director needed some one to practice with her and so he called upon me. I was hesitant at first, but he coaxed me into it and before I knew it had a script in hand and was making my way towards the main stage. I was already feeling hot under the collar and sweaty in the palms as I approached. She seemed to pick up on this as she seemed to begin looking uncomfortable up there on the stage. I was told by my grandfather that women had a sixth sense and could register things like emotions without anyone saying a word, even from a distance, and I just assumed she was picking up my anxiousness from across the stage as I ascended the steps. It wasn?t until I got closer that I noticed things begin to happen.?

Jotting all this down the doctor looked up and asked him if it was something he did or she did that caused the problem for him. ?It?s something she did.? was his response and he began to get anxious again as he was revealing more then what he was sure he