DarrelI'd barely been able to grab a bottle of water when Constance, my assistant, strolled in."Your next patient has arrived, Darrel," she informs me.Letting out an exhausted sigh, I replied, "Let them in."Sipping from the bottled water, my gaze follows the young man who had just walked in.He had dark hair and was dressed in a gray checkered shirt and brown shorts."Good afternoon, Doc," he greets, taking a seat right across from me. Immediately he settles down, his gaze drops to the floor—avoiding eye contact with me.I pulled out his file that was buried in a heap of other documents on my desk.Flipping through the pages, I take in his information."It says you're 21 years old, Mr. Aiden," I revealed."Yes, I am."His file didn't state his problem. Apparently, the patient had requested that it be disclosed when we met one-on-one.Glancing up from his file, I asked, "Would you like to tell me what brought you here today, Mr. Aiden?""I think I have obsessive-compulsive disorder
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