Doctors are pill-popping America [PROLOUGE/??]
anonymous
March 2 2010, 03:03:57 UTC
LOL the title is from when I was younger, like five years ago, and my sister had me listen to an introduction for an essay she wrote, and after she finished she asked what that basically meant and I was like 'Doctors are pill-popping America'. I feel like that line is appropriate here as well. C:
Hushed murmurs were in the office room. Three men, one in a lab coat, President Obama and another white man in a suit, were mindful to keep their voices low. America, who had been near the door, tried to catch a few words.
"...you sure it would work?"
"We're never sure, Sir."
"Well yeah but... ...to happen?"
"Well, you're the Pre...dent, right? Sh... I would think you would be abl..."
"I still dunno."
"What are you guys talking about?" Alfred asked, now walking in. All three jumped.
"Oh, there you are Alfred. We were just talking about you." Obama smiled, quickly recovering himself. America didn't share the smile.
"I heard. Now what are you three talking about?" He demanded. The three looked at each other.
"Well, I think introductions are in order first; Alfred, this is Dr. Shadler," Obama introduced to the man in the lab coat. He gave an awkward wave. "Pharmacist, and this is Dr. Pierce, psychologist." The man in the suit―Oh wait, the woman in the suit―waved kindly, a small smile on her lips. "This is the United States of America, or Alfred F. Jones, whichever you prefer."
"Um, Jones, please." Alfred quickly corrected, and looked back at Omaba. "What's going on now? You still didn't answer my question." Obama sighed.
"Well, to be honest, I dunno how to―"
"I suspect that you may have ADHD." Dr. Pierce quickly intervened. “Well, I guess your 'boss' first suspected it, so he called me, I read your files and watched a little footage of how you act on a regular basis―”
“You mean you've been stalking me?!” He demanded, earlier cheer now crushed by rage. “For how long?!” Dr. Pierce flinched. She opened her mouth to stutter a response, but Obama quickly cut her off.
“Alfred, you know the difference between stalking and observing. I'm not saying that we haven't done that, I admit that we did, but we've done that not only for you, but the sake of this country. You're already somewhat sick, we don't need anything else wrong so the nation'll end up even more messed-up.” Obama pleaded. A silence laid itself in the room while Alfred was chewing the words in his head. Obama was about to call for America before he said something.
“What do you guys wanna do to me?” Both doctors internally grinned.
“Well, first we need to put you on some medicine and see your reactions to it.” Dr. Shadler explained. “Since you're a special circumstance, it'll probably take a few tries until we find a good prescription for you.”
“During so, we'll have appointments twice a week, so I can see how you're reacting to the medicine and report it back to Dr. Shadler.” Pierce interrupted. “Of course, the second you say 'no I don't want to do this anymore', we'll take you off the pills, but after a point, you'll probably end up in a withdrawal and end up taking the pills again for not only your safety but for the nation's.”
“So what do you say?” Obama asked, looking now like a paternal figure, frowning. Alfred sighed, mulling it over in his mind.
“Will it work?”
“Probably.” Dr. Shadler shrugged.
“Most likely.” Dr. Pierce nodded.
"... Okay."
Alfred had just sold his soul in a verbal contract and he was afraid there weren't any loopholes in it.
Yeahhhh I'll be switching from human names to country name. If I do, it'll be unintentional. Just sayin'.
I am loving this set up authoranon! The tension is great. OP has ADHD and has just been recommended to medicate, so I find the little struggle Alfred has weighing the pros and cons to be very compelling. *bows to you*
Re: Doctors are pill-popping America [PROLOUGE/??]
anonymous
November 18 2010, 04:18:31 UTC
PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSEEE Tell me you didn't give up on this!! I want to cry! I want to see this filled so badly D: and you're off to such a good start!! TToTT
Hushed murmurs were in the office room. Three men, one in a lab coat, President Obama and another white man in a suit, were mindful to keep their voices low. America, who had been near the door, tried to catch a few words.
"...you sure it would work?"
"We're never sure, Sir."
"Well yeah but... ...to happen?"
"Well, you're the Pre...dent, right? Sh... I would think you would be abl..."
"I still dunno."
"What are you guys talking about?" Alfred asked, now walking in. All three jumped.
"Oh, there you are Alfred. We were just talking about you." Obama smiled, quickly recovering himself. America didn't share the smile.
"I heard. Now what are you three talking about?" He demanded. The three looked at each other.
"Well, I think introductions are in order first; Alfred, this is Dr. Shadler," Obama introduced to the man in the lab coat. He gave an awkward wave. "Pharmacist, and this is Dr. Pierce, psychologist." The man in the suit―Oh wait, the woman in the suit―waved kindly, a small smile on her lips. "This is the United States of America, or Alfred F. Jones, whichever you prefer."
"Um, Jones, please." Alfred quickly corrected, and looked back at Omaba. "What's going on now? You still didn't answer my question." Obama sighed.
"Well, to be honest, I dunno how to―"
"I suspect that you may have ADHD." Dr. Pierce quickly intervened. “Well, I guess your 'boss' first suspected it, so he called me, I read your files and watched a little footage of how you act on a regular basis―”
“You mean you've been stalking me?!” He demanded, earlier cheer now crushed by rage. “For how long?!” Dr. Pierce flinched. She opened her mouth to stutter a response, but Obama quickly cut her off.
“Alfred, you know the difference between stalking and observing. I'm not saying that we haven't done that, I admit that we did, but we've done that not only for you, but the sake of this country. You're already somewhat sick, we don't need anything else wrong so the nation'll end up even more messed-up.” Obama pleaded. A silence laid itself in the room while Alfred was chewing the words in his head. Obama was about to call for America before he said something.
“What do you guys wanna do to me?” Both doctors internally grinned.
“Well, first we need to put you on some medicine and see your reactions to it.” Dr. Shadler explained. “Since you're a special circumstance, it'll probably take a few tries until we find a good prescription for you.”
“During so, we'll have appointments twice a week, so I can see how you're reacting to the medicine and report it back to Dr. Shadler.” Pierce interrupted. “Of course, the second you say 'no I don't want to do this anymore', we'll take you off the pills, but after a point, you'll probably end up in a withdrawal and end up taking the pills again for not only your safety but for the nation's.”
“So what do you say?” Obama asked, looking now like a paternal figure, frowning. Alfred sighed, mulling it over in his mind.
“Will it work?”
“Probably.” Dr. Shadler shrugged.
“Most likely.” Dr. Pierce nodded.
"... Okay."
Alfred had just sold his soul in a verbal contract and he was afraid there weren't any loopholes in it.
Yeahhhh I'll be switching from human names to country name. If I do, it'll be unintentional. Just sayin'.
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*bows to you*
I can't wait to see what happens next. :)
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