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doodleimprovement · 7 years ago

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Wellness: A Villian!AU Coco Fic Part 2: Tense

Psychologist Malcom Kevgil is called upon by the Riveras to help with Miguels post-mortem development. He quickly learns however that this is moreso a trauma rehabilitation, and an untangling of lies and 90 year old mysteries.

He’s a smart man, but will compassion and an analytical mind win out against Family ties?

The next part is here! A little more laying down of relationships before real plot starts sneaking in.

This particular version of the AU has been written and developed by @im-fairly-whitty (Click here to read!)

Rating: Gen (subject to change depending) \\ Warnings: mentions of childhood truama \\ Word Count:1208 \\ Masterpost Link

It had taken 3 months for Miguel to start opening up, to start conversing with him about innocuous things and giving Malcom a glance into the boy he was before whatever actual trauma had occurred

It took not even three days for that progress to completely regress

Malcom could not be more frustrated on a fundamental level at the fact that on Monday he had a boy finally opening up- even if it was about small things like his favorite style of guitar play or what he had for breakfast- turned right back into the shy quiet child from the start on Thursday

The appointment went on very similarly to those first three months, and Malcom requested to speak to Imelda and Héctor alone after. It took a little coaxing, but he promised it wouldn't take long. Miguel was left with his guitar (which he bought to many of the appointments) in the waiting room

“What seems to be the issue, Doctor?” Imelda asked, there was an annoyance in her tone that Malcom didn't not appreciate it.

“He has regressed. Why has he regressed?” Malcom got right to the point “I had him talking to me, conversing, he was verbal and active”

“You were asking him meaningless things!” Imelda threw her hands in the air “I'm paying you good money and you've been asking him the weather!? I want him to get better, Doctor Kevgil!”

Héctor sat there with his wife, agreeing but letting her do the talking. Malcom let out an agitated breath.

“So I am to assume you told him to stop having frivolous conversations with me?”

“Of course. I can't have you wasting his and our time like this. We’re very busy people”

There was a rather large, gnawing part of Malcom that wanted to point to his two doctorates framed on his wall (thanks to his cousin for putting those on his ofrenda) and tell her to shut up and let him work, but he was smarter than that.

There was also a part of him filing away her ignorance about his profession into a corner for later.

“.... How often does he talk at home?” He asked

The two of them took a few moments to answer. While that was enough of a confirmation for him, he wanted to hear it from them.

“... Only when spoken to” Hector answered “And not for long”

“... And when he is here, he speaks without me having to prompt him. He says hello, he asks me how I am, he talks in full sentences and even shows interest in talking further when we are finished.” Malcom spelled it out. “Is that not progress?”

The two looked at each other.

Malcom looked into his file “I will give you both a hint. The answer… is yes. Getting patients to talk to me is always the first step”

“And what, pray tell, is the second step?” Imelda asked, her sneer was almost amusing to Malcom, were it not so condescending

“Getting him to talk about what bothers him. Only Miguel knows his problems”

“We know his problems!” Hector leaned forward, gesturing with his hands “He is traumatized by his death! It was sudden and scared him and he can’t process it”

“How?”

“.... How what?”

“How has it traumatized him? In what specific ways, Señor Rivera?”

“I….” he lowered his hands, looking away as he thought

“He’s withdrawn and shy. He gets panic attacks when he’s away from Hector or myself and will not pick up his guitar” Imelda answered, looking…. Proud? Malcom was having a field day with this “That is how he is traumatized”

“No” he stressed the word “That is how it has manifested. Those are the symptoms. When I say “how” I mean: How does he feel about it? When he thinks about it what comes to mind? What associations does he make? What triggers his anxiety about it?” He explained “I cannot get to the root if you two tell him that our talking is not conductive to his recovery. Because it is”

Imelda looked about ready to explode for some reason. He quickly filed that away in his mental “Red Flag Rivera” folder for later. She let out a sigh at this.

“Fine” she grit her teeth. “I am going back out to see Miguel. Hector?”

“I will be with you in just a moment, Diosa. I wish to speak with the doctor” Hector took her hand and kissed it, and her expression softened greatly. “Take care of our boy”

“Always, Mi Vida” she muttered to him before turning and leaving, shutting the door rather harshly

“She’s paying for my hinges if she breaks them, Señor” Malcom quipped. Hector couldn’t help but chuckle before looking back at Malcom with a more serious expression

“My wife is spirited because she wants Miguel to recover”

“.... Could have fooled me, Señor. Considering I have to twist both of your arms to get you two to actually assist in his recovery” Before Hector could retort Malcom raised his hand in a “stop” motion. “I am not asking for your complete compliance or blind faith” He clarified “But every time I bring up talking deeper about his day of trauma both of you start getting rather… defensive”

“He-he’s not ready to talk about it!”

“And when he is?”

Hector clenched his jaw and seemed to contemplate something “.. Well… That is why we warned you about confidentiality, Doctor Kevgil”

Hector stood up.

“Anything you hear from Me, Imelda, or Miguel is completely confidential, yes?” Malcom stood up as well. He knew that tactic of intimidation. A simple one - towering over somebody to make them feel inferior and/or intimidated. Effective- if simplistic. Too bad Malcom was literally a student of the human mind and how it functioned or that little tactic might have actually gotten to him

“I take my job very seriously, Señor Rivera” Malcom answered. His tone held none of the heavy weight that Hector’s did, but he had his own edge to his tone.

There was a brief silence

“I will see you on Monday then?”

“At 4 o clock, as always, Doctor” Hector turned and left his office, leaving the doctor standing behind his desk. Once he was sure they had left Malcom let out a deep, tension-relieving sigh

“Penelopa?” He called out

“Si, Doctor?” His secretary responded

“Close my open enrollment”

“... Perdón, Senor?”

“I know you heard me, Penelopa. Send them to Doctor Mezza. She needs to clientele. This Rivera case is going to take more time than I previously thought.” He sat back at his desk “And please, see how soon you can do some schedule shifting to get me a day off. I’m going to need it”

“Of course, Doctor Kevgil.” she started typing away at her old computer “You really seem to be serious about this case”

“... I’m worried about the boy” he admitted, staring at the file on his desk

Something was very, very wrong here, and Malcom knew that both Imelda and Hector were aware of his inkling. There was no other reason for Hector to attempt to intimidate him.

He’d have to tread carefully, without letting it get in the way of Miguel’s recovery.

Much easier said than done.

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