A visit to the good doctor (Tag Andrej)
Kerai stood at the reception desk, having asked for Dr. Kosciusko. No, another doctor wouldn't do, unless they had another psycho-pharmacology expert on staff? Alright then, please ask Dr. Kosciusko if he will see her.
She'd been high-handed enough, getting the staff to agree to disturb the head of the clinic, and now that she had gotten her way, she was in possession of all the satisfaction that would bring her, and trembled, just a little, the white paper in her grasp fluttering with it, as she waited. Her other hand was on the barely there swell in her belly, as if the trepidation she felt were the the growing babe there, trembling in sympathy.
This was for Kieren. He needed help. The worst the doctor could do was say "no". Well, no, that was the problem, wasn't it? The worst the doctor could do was something very, very much worse. It was, however, the worst thing he was likely to do, she sternly told the Weave within her, and straightened her shoulders.
She'd been high-handed enough, getting the staff to agree to disturb the head of the clinic, and now that she had gotten her way, she was in possession of all the satisfaction that would bring her, and trembled, just a little, the white paper in her grasp fluttering with it, as she waited. Her other hand was on the barely there swell in her belly, as if the trepidation she felt were the the growing babe there, trembling in sympathy.
This was for Kieren. He needed help. The worst the doctor could do was say "no". Well, no, that was the problem, wasn't it? The worst the doctor could do was something very, very much worse. It was, however, the worst thing he was likely to do, she sternly told the Weave within her, and straightened her shoulders.