Apr 04, 2008 10:08
George had had a pleasant enough morning. He hadn't really eaten any breakfast, but coffee should be enough to hold him over until lunch. His body was used to such treatment, after all, considering the hours he had kept while working for the FBI.
He waited in his room as per usual, ignoring his desk in favor for the comfortable chairs he had arranged for himself and his patients. The first patient that he had today was Aubrey Hill and considering how their last visit had gone the psychologist found himself a little apprehensive about this visit. The young man had opened up, but only in a way to shock or surprise Huang (as if any of the things he had said could shock a man who had seen the very worse in humanity already). He was hopeful, but there were a few things that he wanted to talk to Hill about, including his thoughts on the recent uprising in the hospital.
George had forgotten how chaotic a hospital setting could be for patients, he had been looking forward a nice strictly scheduled and regimented job after spending so much time dealing with crime in New York. Instead he faced an ever changing patient list and the aftermath of a riot. How could he help anyone if he only ever saw them once? He didn't believe that such serious delusion could be "cured" so quickly, so he wondered briefly about the responsibility of the hospital's choice to send those patients home without even giving him a chance to reevaluate them.
He could bring it up later, right now he needed to focus on helping Aubrey, at least one of the few patients he might be able to see regularly, if Mr Hill wanted to be helped at all that was.
valyn,
huang