Chapter 350: Evaluations

It looks like you got it wrong. Can we afford to have mental health staff that assumes something a patient said, no matter how incredible or unbelievable, didn’t happen?

The person “talking” with Molly came out and asked me to speak with him privately.

“Use the app. It is on my phone, and I will be in your contacts on your device. I’m sure Molly put me there the first time she sent you a message over her app,” I told him.

I see that answers one question you have.

“I saw the popup message that I successfully added a new contact to my list. I didn’t have any contacts on that device in case it is stolen or temporarily misplaced. We do not need to use the app. I’ve never had any language problems and learned at a young age how to get my thoughts out succinctly,” Molly’s doctor explained. “It appears I’ve not yet transitioned from dealing with children needing therapists to help them through this week’s attempt to get their obscenely wealthy parent’s attention. I am having a tough time realizing that the kids here are more likely telling the truth about horrendous things in their lives.”

I gave him a hug, which shocked him more than anything else today.

He needed it.

“There is a rumor making the circuit in the mental health community about their patients meeting a boy who any person with Autism is instantly comfortable around. Some variants of these rumors mention previously non-verbal patients conversing with him so clearly that anyone listening wouldn’t know they were classified non-verbal. The one that I discounted describes how the most touch-averse patients seek not only to be held by him but to find a way to have as much skin to skin contact between their body and his. I’ve been Autistic all my life, and it was never diagnosed until I was doing my internship in mental health. I’ve analyzed all those rumors. I determined that it was yet another woman drying her slipper dog in her microwave,” the therapist said excitedly, not even realizing he moved to where he could put his hands on my arms. “One quirk of my disorders is that I’m unable to be intimate with anyone, even when I ensure the only contact between us is through the condom covering my penis. Right now, I want to strip us both and do whatever it takes to have as much of your naked body touching mine.”

I’m not doing that. It won’t hurt anything for this guy to sit in my lap with the doc’s back against my chest, fully clothed.

He was in my lap as soon as I made the suggestion. When he pulled my arms around himself, I felt him instantly relax. For, possibly the first time in his life, he was relaxed and his mind at peace. Around ten minutes later, he slipped off my lap, excused himself for a few minutes, and begged me not to leave. He still needed to discuss Molly some more.

When he returned, I watched the shocked look on his face when he told me about going off in his pants twice, from my holding him from behind as he sat in my lap. I could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to analyze how that happened without any genital contact and why he freely offered that fact to me. I let him process the new information.

“Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and accept that you won’t be able to find an answer that you can believe,” I told him.

He did as I said before he snapped back into doctor mode.

Blushing, which also surprised him when he saw his reflection, he said, “Your assessment of my state was correct. I find your suggested solution simple, but surprisingly effective. While I believe I could remain by your side indefinitely, we both are here to address the mental state of your friend Molly. I reviewed my discussions with her today against the new information you provided. I believe I now have a partial diagnosis, but I shall need to spend additional time with her to validate my hypothesis. Presently I find her in an endless loop where Molly goes from question herself about how it is possible for her to be unaware the attackers were coming. She blames herself not for failing to protect her family, but you and your daughter, causing her to feel what appears to be what she believes is guilt. Each time she attempts to apologize, Molly cannot handle the feelings associated with admitting she failed you. Once it begins to overload her, Molly has sex with you. It allows her to fixate on the pleasure that brings to her. It meets Molly’s perception of love. Someone who focuses on making her feel that way can’t hate her for failing. Once the endorphins fade, she returns to questioning how she failed someone so essential in keeping her from returning to the dark times back when she was a young child, and her parents left her at the children’s mental health hospital. I made an egregious error when I tried to help her realize what she told me wasn’t real.”

“Doc, she came to you of her own will, to talk things out,” I told him. “I want a few minutes alone with her, and then she is all yours for as long as it takes. I do have a requirement. She must surrender her watch, phone, and any other electronic device she has with her to let her use her Molly Speaks app. I know her well enough to say that you will be unable to miss each time you make a breakthrough. Make sure to have pens and paper available to her. She can freehand building blueprints so accurately that the world’s best architects will only know the diagrams weren’t created in a CAD program if they use a pencil eraser on any part of the drawing. Writing out what she wishes to say is a way to force her mind to slow down as she creates each letter flawlessly.”

He led me back to where I found Molly sitting with tears rolling down from her puffy red eyes.

“Molly, I won’t be far away. I would never abandon you. I know that you can’t see that right now, and that is ok,” I told her as I dried her tears. “If anyone needs to apologize, it is me. I spend a lot of one-on-one time with everyone involved in kidnapping April. The man responsible lost himself in the incorrect belief that I killed his daughter, so he would kill mine before my eyes if I somehow made it to him alive. He spent billions setting everything up, and everything happened face-to-face. His trusted men each contracted with a small group that, in turn, made arrangements to hire a person with the skills required to do the assigned task. So it continued until he had all the people his plan needed. Through his trusted cronies, each attacker arrived inside their assigned grid, killed anyone in that area, and took up that position to wait for a signal to begin their attacks. One group had the assignment to terminate anyone upstairs except for me. Another covered those who stormed the house but not to engage anyone fighting inside my house. When the men came out with April, one group safeguarded their escape. Everyone else had the assignment to kill anyone that walked out of my home, even if they were the attackers who stormed the house. To be paid in full, they couldn’t kill me. That didn’t mean they couldn’t shoot me in a way to cause a non-fatal wound to weaken me. Those in the country where he had April were permitted to kill me if they could.”

I stopped to let her run that through her head a few hundred times.

When she looked back into my eyes, I told her, “This guy went to extreme measures to make sure no one, outside of his trusted resources, had a clue about this mission. Everyone received cash. All you would find are phone calls, texts, or emails from someone hiring a mercenary for a job. Even my well-connected friend, with all his vast computing power at his disposal, didn’t detect anything unusual. Molly, your fast thinking saved those in the saferoom from being killed. Talk to this doctor. Let him help you work this out logically. I blocked it from my mind until I could go somewhere safe to analyze my every action. Did I do the right thing in reacting the way I did? I never thought that you wouldn’t already know everything about the kidnapping and attack before I even landed in the country where they took her.”

She is lost running the scenarios in her head.

Before I left, I pinched her nipple and blocked energy from getting to the parts of her brain that allowed her to think many times faster than ordinary people.

Putting my lips to her ear, I whispered, “That mule cock sucking, donkey ass fucking, shithead couldn’t hurt April, not even if he dropped her into a vat of boiling sulfuric acid or an active volcano. April, as that dumb fucker found out, isn’t some defenseless little toddler, either. She bites. Neither she nor I needed space suits to take a spacewalk during our visit to the ISS.”

Did Molly give me an evil grin long enough for me to see?

“Tell her you are taking her electronics away because I told you to do it,” I said to the doctor. “Don’t try to get her talking until after she eats, and she eats more than you would expect. She is working through a lot of new information. Her body needs thousands of calories and protein.”

He went back into the room with Molly. Not even two minutes passed before he came out to hand me all of Molly’s electronics. She didn’t let him touch her, stripping naked to let him go through her clothes to be sure she didn’t have something hidden.

He gave me a look before saying, “Un-fucking-believable.”

I used my implant to track down everything Molly’s body needed right now. One of the times I let her into my head, she created an area in my head with a lot of information. I had lists of everything required should she suffer any number of possible conditions. She had categorized this list, to the place in my head, under guilt, remorse, regret, and in the event of complete failure.

A new nurse staffed the main desk.

“I’m sending over foods in waves for Molly, the patient in the room I just left,” I explained. “She may look scrawny, but any fat she has in her body is in her breasts. Don’t get between her and the food once placed near her. After the third round of food, hold the door open, and tell her where to find the bathroom. She is repeatedly running things through her head faster than you can imagine, but she will hear you. It may be best to have a robe handy. She won’t put it on, but it will cover your ass when people ask why you allowed her to walk around naked. Warn everyone working not to touch her. What she is working through right now may cause her to respond with a primal protection response. Call her name and point where you need her to walk.”

The nurse didn’t even blink as she responded, “Believe me, I won’t be surprised by anything regarding her. Security tracked me down, in particular, to replace the ‘unequivocally maladroit’ nurse staffing the mental health reception. My Molly Speaks app gave me specific instructions to follow on the computer. Upon completing my task, every medical and mental health record for Molly transferred into the system. The head of custodial services personally came with his entire staff to replace the toilet paper and soap in every bathroom Molly could choose to access. Silk robes are already in place on hooks in each stall and behind the bathroom doors. The paper towels are already one of those acceptable to her. The next message from the app has every possible way in which to contact you if she shows any of the listed behaviors and only those. We are to follow the protocol in her records for everything else.”

“She knew that she needed help that she can only get here,” I told the nurse. “I would hazard a guess that she is directly responsible for our coming here today with two children the foster care system failed. Molly wanted those kids to move here to have a real home and a family that someone repeatedly denied them. It was her choice to come to this lobby while I went to check other things.”

I remembered something and went back to the therapy room to tell Molly, “I am prohibiting your access to any prescription, over-the-counter, herbs, and anything else you use to get out of dealing with everything. We know someone smarter than both of us, who will ensure it. He will control everything that goes into your body for however long it takes. That includes your carefully calculated menus designed to have the effects only you desired. As smart as you are, Molly, I’ve held your hair back enough times to know the foods your body refuses to digest, even if you don’t seem to be aware of any of them, to notice them in your menus. Food will be here shortly.”

Now I didn’t expect her to flip a double bird, call me an asshole, pull down the back of her pants, tell me to rim her brown eye.

“I will add soap to that menu if you keep acting like a teenager who is pissed off about not getting their way or angry at someone over something,” I told her as I was quickly moved behind her, got an arm under her, and swatted both butt cheeks right up the where it would make her cum, then pulled up her pants.

She turned around and jumped into my arms to give me a tight hug. Molly didn’t appear to want to let go anytime soon, at least until the food arrived. She stripped to her panties, tied a large cloth napkin around her neck for a bib, pushed up tightly against the table, and began eating like a starved animal. About halfway through her food, she let out a long fart, took off the napkin, opened the door, and headed off toward where the nurse pointed. The closest bathroom was a men’s restroom.

“Does her family not feed her,” the nurse asked.

I laughed long and hard before I could answer, “Put her in a pool, and she will swim all day long while looking as graceful as a dolphin. As I said before, the only fat she has is in her boobs, and she is a thirty-two-B if she ever wore a bra. Now that she knows where the bathroom is, she will go there herself. Be warned, if she goes in there for a while, don’t worry about checking on her. The next time she has to use the restroom, she will find another bathroom.”

I headed out to find something to eat. Each suite had stocked refrigerators and food, but there is always a cafeteria open, and the only rule is that you get a standard size portion. If you are still hungry, you can go back through the line, but only after eating, or at least trying, everything on their plate. The women working the line took one look at me and told me to get another tray. It would keep me sitting down for a few minutes before being back in line again.

I found a table and started sampling the food. This place wasn’t one of my five-star restaurants, but it crushed every serving line place I’d even gone to eat. Everything was piping hot, only lightly seasoned, and the meat was very juicy and tender. We had a large condiment stand to allow people to season their food, not have it forced on them.

If they sabotaged their food, then they can only blame themselves. I don’t even know half those spices.

One of the horny teenaged girls noticed that she couldn’t tell who worked here and those who were just a very adult looking resident. It wasn’t that she cared how old the guy was that she wanted to fuck her. She got pissed off that every guy she thought was hot worked here and turned her down. After bitching to the girls in her suite, and the chaperone, management had the girl come to the main office to tell them what she thought they should do about it. She took a few minutes to think through some ideas before suggesting colored rubber band bracelets, watch bands, or ring.

A boy heard that we didn’t ignore the kid’s problems, so he went in to suggest some way to mark themselves uninterested in sex. A girl said that gays and lesbians can wear something to let the opposite sex know they were playing for the same team. Staff went to each of the suites when all the kids had to be in for the night. They asked for input, and within a week, the personnel got a rubber band type of wristband to identify them as staff. Everyone else was a resident.

Instead of making gay kids out themselves, the residents suggested t-shirts with “no” printed on the fronts, back, and sleeves. Armbands were also available. Those with long hair, especially when dressing up for church or a date, had ribbons that also meant no. After a couple of weeks, they had red shoes, belts, and hoodies for those who wanted no questions about them not being interested. Not wearing something to say you weren’t interested in sex, or even making out, didn’t mean you wanted to do things, only that you weren’t averse to the idea. The main thing the majority of kids wanted is a way to let others know not to suggest doing something like that together. It was because of that, a stunning girl, wearing a mostly transparent dress, without a bra, and only a thong, came over to sit down at my table.

“Ever have someone tell you that you look like a Greek god?” she asked. “You aren’t staff. I checked when you came to sit down for signs you weren’t interested in getting to know people better. How did you end up here? I mean, you look like you’re in your twenties. Why would you even bother moving here if they are going to kick you out after high school?”

I somehow knew her name and said, “Eveline, why do you think they would kick me out after I finished high school. They have a full university here I can attend for free.”

“Not sure how you know my name. I’ve never met you before,” she replied cautiously. “I’ve been in the system most of my life. You’re good until you hit eighteen, then the money stops, and your foster family tosses you out on your ass. If you’re a good kid and are doing great in high school, some families will let you stay until you finish if your grades are good enough to get a scholarship.”