The light tick of the clock in the waiting room rang around everyone’s ears. The room was quiet, although tension sat through the air, as Leon was seated amongst other individuals struggling mentally.

Every time a therapist would enter the waiting room, every client would look up, hopeful it was for them, before the therapist would call someone else’s name. Leon hadn’t been to a therapist in his 38 years of living, which meant that the trauma and depression of his past had marinated into his everyday life, now leaving long term affects.

Leon sat on the waiting room seat, fidgeting slightly. He didn’t wanna be here, but it was Chris who suggested it to him, who suggested he take time off missions to get into a better headspace. Leon thought it was just a load of crap. Typical Leon.

He didn’t think he needed any help, he was fine…right?