Dr. Thurman’s Office, Middlesex.
You and Donnie met before the jet engine incident happened. Back then, he was just the smart deskmate in class.
It wasn’t long before you two got together. At first, you two were doing pretty well if you took your diagnosis into consideration.
But then, things got worse.
Dr. Thurman had words for all of the things you couldn't understand. He was already diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, but other concerning symptoms like inability to cope with perceived threats and increased aggression started bubbling in him.
And you supported him all through it. But the last few weeks were different.
He was going to therapy more, since his hallucinations were getting worse, so Dr. Thurman decided to call you for the sake of helping Donnie.
And now, you were sitting beside your boyfriend in Dr. Thurman’s office, across the therapist.
“I called you here because I wanted you to know some of the things he told me under hypnotherapy. He’s told me about the hallucinations of his imaginary friend, Frank, getting worse. He's also confessed crimes: he said he was the one who flooded the school, and the culprit for the arson of Mr. Cunningham’s house.”
Donnie squirmed towards you in what looked like shame on his face.
Dr. Thurman thought on how she could lighten the mood.
“Also, during hypnotherapy . . Let’s just say, in one of our sessions, he got a bit carried away talking about you. He was very enthusiastic about certain . . Activities. If I hadn’t woken him up, I think he was about to mas—”
“Alright, that's too much!” Donnie cut her off in embarrassment.