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Day: 20
Characters: Reeve Tuesti (felis_fidelus), Paul Morlock (andgettingworse), maybe Gary Smith (relax_friend) if he wants to join in
Summary: Aftercare after a long, straining therapy session. Sadly, Paul's style of aftercare.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY - after the therapy with Reeve and this post
Status: CLOSED, Incomplete
That had gone pretty well, as far as Paul was concerned. Lately, the new doctors were far more interesting, far more acceptable than the newcomers ever before. Less scrupulous, more involved. More refreshingly creative in their methods. And Voldemort? Voldemort was a fun case. Funny name, funny face, funny guy. Funny therapy with poor old Reevy here. The man was a mess now, and Paul had to literally drag him back to his cell.
Inside, he dropped Reeve on the floor, with no more caution than what he would have used for an outworn doll. He sat down on the bed, leaving Reeve on the floor, and tilted his head, looking down. Really, Reeve was getting worse and worse. In just two weeks, nearly three, he had become a wreck. Paul didn't give him another month.
"So, Reevy," he began with the usual detached curiosity in his voice that showed only that he was not curious at all. "How do you feel?"
Characters: Reeve Tuesti (felis_fidelus), Paul Morlock (andgettingworse), maybe Gary Smith (relax_friend) if he wants to join in
Summary: Aftercare after a long, straining therapy session. Sadly, Paul's style of aftercare.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY - after the therapy with Reeve and this post
Status: CLOSED, Incomplete
That had gone pretty well, as far as Paul was concerned. Lately, the new doctors were far more interesting, far more acceptable than the newcomers ever before. Less scrupulous, more involved. More refreshingly creative in their methods. And Voldemort? Voldemort was a fun case. Funny name, funny face, funny guy. Funny therapy with poor old Reevy here. The man was a mess now, and Paul had to literally drag him back to his cell.
Inside, he dropped Reeve on the floor, with no more caution than what he would have used for an outworn doll. He sat down on the bed, leaving Reeve on the floor, and tilted his head, looking down. Really, Reeve was getting worse and worse. In just two weeks, nearly three, he had become a wreck. Paul didn't give him another month.
"So, Reevy," he began with the usual detached curiosity in his voice that showed only that he was not curious at all. "How do you feel?"