[EVENT] INDIVIDUAL THERAPY SESSIONS
WHO: Belarus flaxenflowers, Canada true_north_will, Cuba labayamesa, Cyprus istiklalmarsi Iceland til_himnarikis, Latvia baidos, Liechtenstein always_grateful, Lithuania vytis, Norway mystisk_norge, Sealand peter_kirkland, Seychelles bellesesel and Ukraine oncetheedge
WHAT: Individual Therapy Session with Dr. del Oro.
WHEN: March 3, 1946; early evening.
WHERE: Dr. del Oro's Office.
WARNING: None.
NOTE: Comment here under your nation's tag.
The two nurses watched the group of patients carefully, ready to send them into the back room where the doctor was waiting for them. It was their first individual therapy session and from experience the two women had learned that some did much better here than in group while others did far, far worse. They were ready for whatever these people could throw at them, Lisa with a smile and friendly voice and Rachel with a far more heavy handed approach. Together then made a rather even team.
The patients had all been gathered together earlier in the hour, shuffling them into the small waiting room and standing watch as they were free to talk amongst themselves but not leave the room. From there they had been calling each one as Dr. del Oro was ready for them, leading them back into the small office where the doctor was waiting for them across the expanse of his desk.
The first thing that would strike anyone upon entering the room is the light. Compared to the relative dimness of the rest of the hospital, Dr. del Oro's office was magnificently bright. Uniform hospital blinds had been replaced with white, gauzy curtains specially chosen by the doctor himself to allow in as much light as possible, even with the fading of the sun behind the horizon. The pale yellow walls were hung with what Desiderio thought were calming scenes: a painting of a lake; a pastoral watercolor; a black and white photograph of sleeping puppies, that sort of thing. He'd spent an embarrassing amount of time choosing exactly the right artwork for his office, but he wanted to make a good impression on his future patients and his new employers. To have been chosen to work at this facility was exciting enough, but what Desiderio was looking forward to most was helping the patients. Such a strange condition! As soon as he'd read over the files he had been almost too excited to do anything besides prepare. Even now, after having worked at the hospital for almost a year, he still felt passionate about his work. These were good people, they just needed some help.
Feeling a bit anxious (he always got nervous before sessions with patients, the young doctor wanted desperately for them to like him), Desiderio went around his office once more, making sure everything was perfect. He straightened the diplomas hanging on the wall behind his new oak desk. He polished an imaginary spot off the photo of his family (mother, father, little sister, older brother, all smiling). He took a moment to dust off the many books he had stacked on highly polished bookshelves, books with titles like "Stress disorders" and "Relating to people from Eastern Europe." He moved the wooden bowl of hard candy from beside the leather couch to in front of a window. Was the couch a mistake? It was awfully casual... in a brief moment of panic, Dr. del Oro worried that it was too casual. Worrying his lower lip, the doctor contemplated the couch. It had worked so far, but he was getting several new patients this time. There was no telling if it would be as effective with them as it had been with the others. After several moments, he decided that it would have to do. Couches were more comfortable anyway. With a satisfied sigh, Desiderio sat down in his comfortable office chair behind the wide oak desk, folded his hands, and waited for his first patient.
WHAT: Individual Therapy Session with Dr. del Oro.
WHEN: March 3, 1946; early evening.
WHERE: Dr. del Oro's Office.
WARNING: None.
NOTE: Comment here under your nation's tag.
The two nurses watched the group of patients carefully, ready to send them into the back room where the doctor was waiting for them. It was their first individual therapy session and from experience the two women had learned that some did much better here than in group while others did far, far worse. They were ready for whatever these people could throw at them, Lisa with a smile and friendly voice and Rachel with a far more heavy handed approach. Together then made a rather even team.
The patients had all been gathered together earlier in the hour, shuffling them into the small waiting room and standing watch as they were free to talk amongst themselves but not leave the room. From there they had been calling each one as Dr. del Oro was ready for them, leading them back into the small office where the doctor was waiting for them across the expanse of his desk.
The first thing that would strike anyone upon entering the room is the light. Compared to the relative dimness of the rest of the hospital, Dr. del Oro's office was magnificently bright. Uniform hospital blinds had been replaced with white, gauzy curtains specially chosen by the doctor himself to allow in as much light as possible, even with the fading of the sun behind the horizon. The pale yellow walls were hung with what Desiderio thought were calming scenes: a painting of a lake; a pastoral watercolor; a black and white photograph of sleeping puppies, that sort of thing. He'd spent an embarrassing amount of time choosing exactly the right artwork for his office, but he wanted to make a good impression on his future patients and his new employers. To have been chosen to work at this facility was exciting enough, but what Desiderio was looking forward to most was helping the patients. Such a strange condition! As soon as he'd read over the files he had been almost too excited to do anything besides prepare. Even now, after having worked at the hospital for almost a year, he still felt passionate about his work. These were good people, they just needed some help.
Feeling a bit anxious (he always got nervous before sessions with patients, the young doctor wanted desperately for them to like him), Desiderio went around his office once more, making sure everything was perfect. He straightened the diplomas hanging on the wall behind his new oak desk. He polished an imaginary spot off the photo of his family (mother, father, little sister, older brother, all smiling). He took a moment to dust off the many books he had stacked on highly polished bookshelves, books with titles like "Stress disorders" and "Relating to people from Eastern Europe." He moved the wooden bowl of hard candy from beside the leather couch to in front of a window. Was the couch a mistake? It was awfully casual... in a brief moment of panic, Dr. del Oro worried that it was too casual. Worrying his lower lip, the doctor contemplated the couch. It had worked so far, but he was getting several new patients this time. There was no telling if it would be as effective with them as it had been with the others. After several moments, he decided that it would have to do. Couches were more comfortable anyway. With a satisfied sigh, Desiderio sat down in his comfortable office chair behind the wide oak desk, folded his hands, and waited for his first patient.