Levi x Reader - Master Of My Fate Part 3

So here I was, sitting in the waiting area of Ackerman Psychological Clinic.

Great, I’m actually going to see a shrink. As if I had nothing better to do. By now, I should be at home, reading some of my precious novels or watching rental DVDs. But no, that damn Hanji had to set up an appointment immediately and literally drag me all the way here. Doesn’t she have other patients to see? Oh well, since I’m here, might as well see what other kind of sickos come to see shrinks.

I scrutinized the people around me. A middle-aged lady was sitting across from me, mumbling to herself. She resembled a scared puppy but at times, her whole appearance transformed into that of a mafia boss. Probably suffering from multiple personality disorder. A young man stood with his back against the wall, staring into vacant space with an unnatural grin plastered on his face. I shuddered, not wanting to ponder what he could possibly be thinking about. Finally, a father and his young daughter was sitting on the couch beside me. The kid was extremely emaciated and pale. The father was trying to coax his daughter into eating a small piece of chocolate but she simply looked away. He caught me looking at him and gave a small smile.

I smiled back and glanced away. Somehow his actions had caused my headache to return. At the same time, something nagged at my brain but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Before I could make sense of what was happening, my name was called.

“Ms (F/N) (L/N), the doctor will see you now,” said Dr. Ackerman’s secretary.

I got up and followed the secretary to a room down the hallway. The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was the smell of tea. The second thing I noticed was a large curtain in the middle of the room. But no Dr. Ackerman to be seen.

“Ms (L/N), I’m Dr. Levi Ackerman.”, a voice startled me.

I turned to my left and realized there was a silhouette behind the curtain. That must be where Dr. Ackerman was.

“I apologize for not showing myself to you. Unfortunately, I find it unproductive when I have a session with a patient face-to-face. They easily get distracted by my appearance,” said Dr. Ackerman.

“Uhh, okay?” I replied.

So is he unbelievably handsome or unbelievably ugly? Whichever the case, I think *he* is the one in need of therapy then.

“Please lie down on the couch in front of you,” Dr. Ackerman said. Or commanded.

“Umm, for personal reasons, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be in a lying down position. I’d be better sitting up,” I said as I sat down on the couch.

“Tch, whatever works for you then,” replied Dr. Ackerman.

Boy does he sound grumpy. And he’s a psychologist?

“So, Dr. Zoe told me about your condition. Could you tell me about your sleeping patterns?”

“Right. I don’t really have a fixed pattern. Because of my work, you see. So I normally sleep really late at night, between 2am to 6am. And I wake up after 4-5 hours.”

“And you always have serious headaches after waking up, am I right?”

“Yes.”

“So are you a light or heavy sleeper?”

“Light.”

“How’s your sexual activity?”

“What?”

“Just answer the question.”

“….None.”

“Tch, so no man wants you.”

I was seriously getting annoyed now. Hanji mentioned that he was eccentric. She obviously forgot to mention extremely rude. If it weren’t for the fact that I needed those painkillers, I would have ripped away those curtains and scolded him to his face.

“So you sleep late *everyday* because of work. Are you trying to work yourself to death or because you dread sleeping?”

I visibly started. How did he know that? Wait, it must be a common symptom I guess.

“NO Dr. Ackerman. I do work late into the night because I love my work.”

“Ok, so basically you have no social life.”

I gritted my teeth. He was really pushing it.

“Well, I take that as a yes. For now, I’m going to prescribe happy pills and some of your normal painkillers to you. Tonight, I want you to sleep early, put on some soothing music like Mozart or something and think of happy thoughts before you doze off. Tomorrow, you’ll come back at this hour and report to me about how you felt after you woke up.”

“Wait, why?”

“I’m trying to get you back on a normal sleep schedule. That should help with the headaches.”

“Err, okay. Thank you, Dr. Ackerman.”

I left the room feeling puzzled and irritated. Still, I decided to give it a try.

Levi’s POV:

(F/N) (L/N) was an interesting case. Shitty glasses had mentioned or rather rambled about her being able to read people’s minds or something. That didn’t really seem to be the case here according to my professional and personal experience. Somehow her dreams or nightmares seemed to be haunting her. That would explain her light sleeping, obsession with work, and perhaps lack of social life. All the same symptoms that I was in fact experiencing, although her case was definitely more extreme. I was looking forward to see her results tomorrow.