* Please Review! In my story, John's family was killed and he was left alive. He was barely alive and spent a long time in the hospital. When he got out he had to go to a pysch hospital and is in therapy*

" Patient's name is John Rollins. He is believed to be suffering a psychiatric break after the deaths of his wife and two children. Patient believes they were killed by supernatural forces. Even after months of therapy, he still refuses to accept that his house was broken into in the middle of the night. Mr. Rollins, himself, suffered life threatening stab wounds." Avery Reid said into her recorder. " For today's visit, I'm going to ask him to take a walk with me outside. Being outside seems to calm him." A knock on the door forced her to shut off the recorder and set it down. " Come in." She said. She smiled as the door opened and John Rollins was escorted in, wearing his hospital issued scubs and tennis shoes. " Thank you, Nick." She said to the nurse.

" No problem, Doc." The nurse said before he walked out and closed the door.

" Hello, Mr. Rollins, how are you today?" She asked. " Please, have a seat."

" Thanks." He muttered as he walked towards her desk. " I'm okay. You?"

" I'm good. I have a surprise for you." She said.

" Oh yeah? And what's that?" He asked, sitting so he was directly across her.

" I would like to take you outside. I would want to take a walk with you while we talk. Would you like that?" He smiled and nodded.

" What man doesn't like taking a walk with a beautiful woman?" He asked. Avery laughed softly as she stood up. " Just us then?" He asked.

" Just us. No nurse or orderlies." She said. He cocked one eyebrow up as he tilted his head to the side.

" You trust me?" He asked in surprise.

" I do. You have never given me a reason to not trust you." Avery said, reaching him and leaning against the desk in front of him. She crossed her arms over her chest and her legs at her ankles. His eyes drifted from her face to her legs suddenly.

" No other patients get to go outside with their doctors without help." He said in his gruff voice as his eyes traveled up her bare legs. Avery frowned, hating the flush that always hit her when it came to him.

' He's a patient, not a regular man in the world.' She scolded herself.

" Should I not trust you?" She asked as she stood up straight, making him look at her face quickly.

" No. I wouldn't hurt you. I have never hurt a woman before." He said, making her nod.

" Then let's go." She said.

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As they walked slowly around the grounds of the hospital, John kept his arms crossed over his chest with Avery held his chart in front of her, against her stomach. The day was warm with a light breeze that went through her brown hair. It picked up a few strands, making her reach up and tuck them back and behind her ears.

" Your hair smells good." John commented quietly.

" What was that?" Avery asked, looking at him. John glanced at her, then at the ground in front of him and smiled.

" Your hair. It smells good. It always smells good." He said.

" Ah, thank you." Avery said, looking away from him and forcing herself to think professional thoughts and not about how attractive he was. Or that she liked that he noticed her hair.

" You're welcome. So what are we going to talk about today?" He asked.

" I think we should talk about your farm work and why you liked that over having a different job." She said. Any person could tell he was used to hard labor. His arms were built up and looked strong. His skin, when he first arrived to her hospital, had been tan from being outside so much.

" I grew up on a farm. I worked it with my dad when I was young. I tried other jobs but they weren't satisfying." John said.

" Because you like being outside." John nodded and brought his head back as another breeze went through them.

" I like being outside." He commented. " I like the way the sun feels, the way the breeze smells, and how the birds sound, except crows." As if on cue, a crow cawed and suddenly dipped down from the trees, like it came from nowhere. It startled Avery but brought out a whole different reaction from John. He grabbed Avery and spun her around to slam her against a tree. He kept one hand tightly on her arm while his other one started swing at the crow. " Get the fuck out of here!" The crow cawed at him as it scored away.

" Mr. Rollins!" Avery said quickly.

" Go on! Get the hell away from her!" He screamed. He dropped down and grabbed a stick. When he stood up again, he hurled the stick towards the birds while he continued to scream at it.

" Mr. Rollins! John! It's okay, It's just a bird!" Avery said as she made a grab for his arms.

" You can't have her! Not this one!" John screamed. Avery made a grab for his face, forcing him to look at her. His features were twisted in anger and he was trembling.

" Look at me! Look at me right now! Where are we?" He was panting and trying to look away from her but Avery squeezed his chin. " John! Stay looking at me or I will have to call an orderlies, now where are we!" She demanded. John let her force her to make him stay looking at her.

" At the hospital." He said.

" Where aren't we?" Avery asked.

" At the farm." John repeated the the things she had said him say over and over again when he first came to her.

" They aren't going to hurt you." Avery said gently. John's hands came to her waist, surprising her.

" I'm not worried about them hurting me." He said softly as he squeezed her. " I don't want them to hurt you."

" They aren't going to hurt anyone, okay? Now take your hands off my waist." Instead of listening to her, John squeezed her again and pulled her closer to him until she was pressed completely against him. " Mr. Rollins..."

" They will hurt you. He controls them. He will make them hurt you." He almost whispered as he stared hard into her eyes. His blue eyes burned into her big greenish-blue ones.

" Who controls them?" Avery asked.

" The scarecrow." John whispered. " I'm not crazy, Dr. Reid." She sighed as she dropped her hold on his face.

" You need to let me go, okay? I think we need to go inside." Avery said gently.

" I won't hurt you."

" I actually know that. I trust that you won't hurt me but if the orderlies see you holding onto me like this, they will get upset." John's eyes shifted behind her than back to the tree branches they were standing under. " Mr. Rollins, look at me." Her soft voice pulled him back down to her. " Where are we?"

" At the hospital." He said just as softly. She nodded and smiled.

" That's right. And what is my name?" She asked.

" Avery Reid." He said as he studied her eyes.

" And what is your name?" Avery asked. He sighed as his shoulders fell.

" John Rollins." He said. She continued to smile and nod.

" Very good. You ready to go in now?" Avery asked.

" Are you taking me back to my room?" John asked.

" I can but we still have some time before I see my next patient. Would you like me to stay with you?" She asked.

" Yeah." He said.

" Okay, let's go. Why don't you take my arm and help me in." Avery offered.

In their time together, she had learned that John was a gentleman. If she joined him in the rec room or for his dinner, he always pulled the chair out for her. When they walked around the hospital, he opened doors for her and always put his hand on her lower back to guide her through. At first she had resist him touching her but it seem to sooth him and honestly, she didn't think he could help himself. It had been ingrained in him to be polite.

John cast one last look into the trees then back at her. He stepped away to give her space then took her arm. As they started walking, Avery noticed how his eyes continued to scan the sky. He was nervous, as if he was waiting for the crow to return. Avery felt bad. She thought he had moved pass his fear and anger of the crows. He had stopped drawing pictures of himself killing them. He hadn't drawn one in almost two months but now she knew that was over.

" Tell me something, John, why do you like drawing so much?" She had asked him once. He had been drawing a new picture at the time. His hand paused at her words. He tilted his head and looked at her through his overgrown hair.

" In pictures I can change things. I can control the crows." He had said.

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Avery sighed and leaned back in her chair after finishing her time with John. She turned the chair slowly back and forth while she thought. She had his chart out and in front of her and was glancing through the notes his other doctors had made. He had been bouncing from doctor to doctor to doctor before finally landing on her desk.

' Lost cause.'

' Completely caught up in his scarecrow fantasy.'

' Going to increase his medication.'

' Will never be able to regain the normal world again.'

Avery didn't believe any of that and so that was how she got him. She was the doctor who took the ' bad' patients, the ones the other doctors had given up on. After a few months of working with John, of listening and talking to him, she was able to cut his medication intake to almost nothing. She still kept him on his night meds because without them, he had horrible dreams.

John laid in his bed with his hands under his head and his legs crossed at his ankles. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about his doctor. Avery was the only one who really listen to him. She listened, she looked at his drawings, she talked, she smiled, and sometimes laughed. John thought she was even starting to believe him, to understand him. Plus, she didn't just shove pills down his throat. When he got upset or mad, she didn't rush him to inject him with something that knocked him out. She simply talked to him.

And she was hot. That thought brought a smile to his face. He loved it when she worn her pencil skirts and heels. The skirts weren't that short. They almost reached her knees but they were tight and she had a nice ass and legs. She never had stockings on so he could see her bare skin and he loved that. He was a sucker for a nice set of legs. He maybe be a sick man but he was a man and she was a woman that made his body stir for the first time in a long time.