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Revelations by Iron Dog



Devin shifted on the crinklie paper covering the exam table, the rustle loud in the quiet room. He was beyond thankful that he hadn’t needed to put on one of the gowns that never properly closed in the back but he still felt uncomfortable to be sitting in an exam roof even if he was fully dressed. He didn’t like hospitals at all and doctors weren’t that far down on his dislike list either. He knew that was mostly a product of his mom dragging him to one anytime he mentioned hearing things that weren’t there and the battery of tests they’d subjected him to over and over again. He’d wised up after a while and stopped mentioning the stuff he heard, but she would still haul him around to different doctors every now and again with a slightly fearful look in her eyes. He’d stood up to her at thirteen and said no more doctors unless he had an injury with bone sticking out or a cut deep enough to see bone. Devin was still a little surprised that she’d agreed and the random doctor visits had stopped. His mother had still looked at him funny every now and again as if she expected him to do... something fearful.

Now here he was, of his own volition, sitting on an exam table and wondering if he was losing his mind.( Read more... )