Him sitting in his room quietly was all a blur considering he had woken up, not remembering when he went to sleep. Davie sat up quickly, dazed and confused until he remembered where he was. . . And where he wanted to be. He looked around the room, tucking his legs under him. What did he do now? Wait for someone? Go out the door? With more than one option, the male decided it was best to just wait inside the safety of his room. Who knew what could happen if he tried to leave. 

The jingling of keys made him slide closer to the wall, and the doctor made it no different. "Remember me? I am Doctor Conner. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." He was going to continue, but decided to wait and see of Davie would reply. 

[i]'Dr. Conner? ... He is the one from yesterday. He was nice- unless he was lying! Oh, but what if he was only lying to he me to be comfortable around him! He could be a bad doctor! I might get-'[/i] 

"Davie. It's alright." The doctor could easily read the slowly forming expressions on the male's face. He took a step forward, and then glanced over when he saw Davie looking at the picture on his wall. "Oh, I see one of the doctors put it up for you. It looks nice." He smiled when Davie visibly relaxed and stood. "Wonderful, now today is chore day. Everyone gets assigned a chore to do every other of the week. Don't worry, you won't have to clean everyday." Only getting a nod, he continued. "And from the schedule, you get an easy one. All you have to do is take a few folders from the main office, to an office in the back. "It's pretty easy, and I trust you. So I'm going to let you do it by yourself, alright? It's room E. When you go up to the office just say your name and your chore. They'll take care of you from their." 

To be a new patient, the male was sure putting a lot of weight on his shoulders. He wasn't sure he could handle such a job. It sounded really serious. What if he dropped the folders and the papers scattered? Then he'd surely be done for. But for some reason, this doctor trusted him, so he had no choice but to do the chore. And like that, the doctor let him go and Davie was to do things by himself now. What a weird place... Of course, he didn't know that the doctors were trying to get Davie to be more independent and make choices of his own. 

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[i]'All I have to do is say my name. And my chore. I know my name, I know my chore. My name and the chore. T-That's not so bad. I know it, I can't mess that up... But what if I do. I can't do it. Where's the doctor? I don't want to-'[/i]

It turned out, he was still walking as he was telling himself he wasn't going to do it. 

"Yes dear? How may I help you?" 

He froze, staring at the woman behind the counter. "I-I.." He tried, he really did. But he couldn't speak. He tugged on his sleeve and looked down. What was he supposed to say again? Why was he even here? 

The lady watched calmly, having seen many small attacks before. She had already knew why Davie was there, but the plan was to see if he could say so by himself. "It's alright dear, here you go. Just remember to stay calm okay? At least you made it up here." 

Davie nodded, slightly confused. Without a word, he held the stack of folders with both hands and walked to room E. He didn't bother looking at the brown folders, being way too focused on what was in front of him. He had to get through a hall that had people cleaning- or starting to clean. There was no other way around, so as he walked through he mumbled several apologies to several people even though he did nothing to harm them or their work.