• The Other Me

    The Other Me

    ‘The Good Doctor’ ii. I got to the hospital, checked in, and took a seat. It was just me and a nurse in the waiting-room. The amount of people always varied in this waiting room. Being crazy must’ve been a seasonal thing. Then the nurse left, and I was alone. I sat back. Ran my finger down the contour of the plastic chair to the right of me. Wondered how long I’d have to wait. And then felt like I was shoved, only I was still sitting in the same spot. What had been shunted from me – shunted as it’d been pounded out of me by a speeding train…

  • The Other Me

    The Other Me

    ‘The Good Doctor’ i. PANCH had two psychiatrists in their outpatient rooms, both in their mid-forties: Dr Menlow was short, bald, and spoke in clipped tones that made him seem very proper, like he’d come from some distinct (and condescending) upper class; and Dr Victor, in his late forties, was tall and had probably been a beanpole when he was young, but had now rounded out around the waist, with a narrow face, framed with neat, curly hair and a greying beard that made him look distinguished – the way you’d expect an English professor to look. Dr Victor was going to be my doctor. He was going to be…