The Doctor’s Office

I had been in Dr. Hudson’s office so many times, I could walk through the entire office blindfolded and not run into anything. It wasn’t until I was thinking about reducing the number of times a month, I visited Dr. Hudson when he realized he was making subtle changes to his office. And I was desperate to know why. In the three years I had been making weekly visits to talk about my past, Dr. Hudson had not changed a single thing in his office. He had told me various stories about his life and family, but all the stories seemed superficial, and I was beginning to wonder if they were even true. 

He had been acting slightly off in my last few visits and I wondered if the changing of his office was how he was dealing with his own personal trauma. I suddenly had to find out what was going on. I think I took Dr. Hudson by surprise with my renewed interest in continuing my once-a-week therapy sessions. The longer he skirted around his issues and why he had changed his office around, the more obsessed I became. The more obsessed I became, the deeper I dove into his life. The deeper I dove into his life, the more concerned I became. The more concerned I became, the more certain I became about sneaking into his office when I knew he wouldn’t be there. That’s when I found the blood stain.