[ WP ] A patient comes in a psychiatrist 's office with a minor problem . The doctor ends up intentionally convincing the patient to commit suicide .

“ Well well well, looky who we have here. What ’ s up psycho? ” 
 
 John stared at the psychiatrist. “ Er, hi. My name ’ s John. Your receptionist said I could come in. ” 
 
 “ Ah, John. John Long had a gong to play a song. So the town hated Jong Long. Come in. Please sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Comfy chair, comfy hair, comfy place to bare. Your soul, that is. Tut tut. Naughty John Long. ” 
 
 John was having serious doubts about coming here. Too bad this was part of his court agreement. Perhaps after this, he could change psychiatrists? John cautiously headed towards the shiny, black leather long couch. It was polished to almost look like plastic and not very comfy to lie on either. 
 
 “ So John Long. What have you done wrong? ” 
 
 “ Well, first of all my name is not John Long, it ’ s actually John Samuel Campbell… ” 
 
 “ Tut tut John Long. I see we have a bit of a personality disorder. We can work on that. ” 
 
 “ What? No! My name is John Samuel Campbell and I ’ m perfectly fine! Look, I just faked being a bit crazy to get a lighter sentence. ” 
 
 “ Ah! One of your personalities is a sociopath! ” 
 
 “ What? No! Look, they sent me here because they thought I was under a lot of stress and that ’ s why I did what I did. Plus the meds and their side effects added to my case. ” 
 
 “ A substance abuser as well. My my, we have a look of work to do. Right boys? ” 
 
 “ Who are you talking to? ” 
 
 “ No one. Me. You. Why? Are you suffering hallucinations as well? ” 
 
 “ No! Look, can we make this quick please? I have an appointment with the barber ’ s at 12:30. ” 
 
 “ But it ’ s not even dark yet? Plus who has an appointment at night? Stop being silly John Long. The fun is gone. It ’ s time to be serious. ” The psychiatrist stared at John. The psychiatrist ’ s demeanour changed. 
 
 “ You ’ re very sick John. ” He said in a soothing voice, almost cooing and slightly patronising. The psychiatrist began stroking John ’ s forehead and somewhere, somehow, soothing music began playing. “ You ’ re a very sick man John. ” the psychiatrist continued, in an almost hypnotic manner. “ But it ’ s okay. We ’ re here to help. You will have plenty of support to make you get better. Soon, you ’ ll be all better. Much better. You want to be the best you can be, right John? ” 
 
 Feeling drowsy and perhaps even a little whoozy. John nodded his head. He didn ’ t remember feeling this tired before. This was really was a comfy couch. As John as getting into a more comfortable position, he felt a small prick in this upper thigh. “ *I didn ’ t know couches had nails…* ” he half thought, before vaguely drifting off. 
 
 “ So, John. You ’ ve been such a good boy for the last half hour. ” 
 
 “ *Really? It ’ s been half an hour already? I must have drifted off to sleep… but I did I talk then?... * ” 
 
 `` We ’ re almost done now. I ’ m just going to hand you this little bottle of pills. It ’ s just some medicine to help you get better. We all want you to be better. So John, just remember that this little bottle is going to help you get better. I just want you to take 15pills a day. I know that might sound like a lot, but these are actually at very low doses, so it ’ s alright. And because you ’ ve been such a good boy, you don ’ t even have to give up drinking. In fact, every time you take a pill, have a glass of your favourite drink as a reward. Right, have you got all that? Good. Now, let ’ s get you off that couch and booking your next appointment in about a month. I want to see you a changed man John. A better man! ” 
 
 John somehow, almost as if he had no control, rose to his feet and headed towards the door. The psychiatrist was hold it open and speaking gibberish again for some reason. “ Goodbye John, hope it won ’ t be long, before your final song! Remember Rebecca, the red-headed raven, running full of red velvet blood. Let your song be for the raven! ” John still unsure of what had happened in his session, gave a ruff nod and headed towards reception. He vaguely remember the name Rebecca for some reason… 
 
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