[thread] proper treatments
Who: Teru Mikami [dr_mikami]; Beyond Birthday [distorted_echo] [CLOSED]
Where: White Ridge Hospital
When: [15/10/2007] [8:30 PM]
What: It's time for B's therapy.
Rating: R, to be safe.
It was time for B's next therapy session, and as always, Dr. Mikami arrived at exactly the right time. Routine and stability was a key part in aiding recovery - if things changed and shifted too much, the patient's recovery could be halted. Calm and order and perfection were what were needed. That was why he was keeping B from too much stimulation. He was already worrying about what the effects of the two recent visits might have been.
After making certain that his pristine white coat was perfectly neat, he unlocked and opened the door to B's 'cell', stepping into the padded room without a single warning. "Beyond." The name was said in a dispersonal fashion, and the doctor's features were perfectly calm. "How are you feeling tonight?" Without even bothering to wait for an answer, he strode over to the man on the floor and knelt next to him, beginning to check him over physically. Everything looked well enough - the drugs were still holding. But... there was a sweet smell in the air.
"...Why does the room smell like jam, Beyond?"
Where: White Ridge Hospital
When: [15/10/2007] [8:30 PM]
What: It's time for B's therapy.
Rating: R, to be safe.
It was time for B's next therapy session, and as always, Dr. Mikami arrived at exactly the right time. Routine and stability was a key part in aiding recovery - if things changed and shifted too much, the patient's recovery could be halted. Calm and order and perfection were what were needed. That was why he was keeping B from too much stimulation. He was already worrying about what the effects of the two recent visits might have been.
After making certain that his pristine white coat was perfectly neat, he unlocked and opened the door to B's 'cell', stepping into the padded room without a single warning. "Beyond." The name was said in a dispersonal fashion, and the doctor's features were perfectly calm. "How are you feeling tonight?" Without even bothering to wait for an answer, he strode over to the man on the floor and knelt next to him, beginning to check him over physically. Everything looked well enough - the drugs were still holding. But... there was a sweet smell in the air.
"...Why does the room smell like jam, Beyond?"