Clinical Exam

by OpalDoe

Summary:

After the events of the correct ending for the beautiful indie horror game Clinical Trial, Angel and Lee are living a happy and tame life together in their new home. Angel, now recovering from their horrible wretched life experiences (that are only vaguely alluded to in this fic), has been wanting Lee to drive them to pound town, but he still, evidently, doesn't want to. This story will start when Angel realizes that Lee is simply too shy/shameful/autistic to try, so they come up with several devious (and monumentally stupid) plans to convey their interest to Lee. And no, saying what they want is not one of those plans, otherwise there wouldn't be a plot.

Chapter 1

I’m… Fine?

Alive, I think… 

Yeah.

I don’t mind being alive as much as I used to. 

Work sucks less, and home… shouldn’t feel safer, but it does. It’s not like I’m in any danger, but only a crazy person would think that. Guess I must be crazy.

It’s been a month since we moved into this new place, even longer since… everything.
Haven’t heard a word from the cops, still. As great at their jobs as ever.

Lee was so convinced they’d put every puzzle piece together… he must think they have the same work ethic as doc– sorry, physicians like him. He didn’t count on no one even noticing.

I keep waiting for something horrible to happen, winding myself up until I’m so tense I can’t breathe… the only thing I can do to feel safe is sleep. With him.

That feels weird to say, but it’s true. He’s so warm… and after everything we've been through, I know he wants me to be safe. Every time an anxious thought bubbles up to say that he might want to hurt me, it pops on a shrine-shaped needle. He is obsessed with me, and nothing he does to hide it can make me forget.

And he does try to hide it.

He tried to sleep on the couch again the first night after I found his shrine, and the first night at this new place!

Ever since I found all of his secrets, he's been acting like he’s not allowed to touch me, which really buried me in my own head for the first couple weeks. I thought he didn’t want to touch me because of what I’d been through. Felt like I was tainted flesh... I didn’t believe him when he said he just wanted to make sure I was okay. 

I realize now, watching him fidget nervously every time I get close, that he’s got something else stopping him. I keep catching a glimpse of that face he made when I found his shrine. 

Shame.

The first time I saw that face, I thought it was because he got caught red handed being obsessed with a pathetic loser… but no. He doesn’t think he deserves me. He thinks he’s so perverted and boring and stupid that he’s not worthy of even looking at me. 

I know what you’re thinking.

‘I can’t not fuck him,’ right?

Well…