Dr. Alan J. Hill (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
workthroughit) wrote2016-01-07 06:00 pm
workthroughit) wrote2016-01-07 06:00 pm
Treatment Plan [For Samael]
The office is on a quiet side street of the otherwise bustling Commercial District, tucked between a pharmacy and a glassware shop. It's easy to miss; in fact, it's not uncommon that someone looking for the practice wouldn't even see it until they walked past it once or twice. And good luck noticing it at all if you aren't seeking the good Dr. Hill.
There is no waiting room; the front door opens right into his office. Floor to ceiling bookshelves, an old fashioned victrola softly playing Bach, stained wood filing cabinets, paintings of a distinctly religious (possibly demonic) baroque nature, a desk identical to the one that had been in the Nexus upon their first meeting. There's the banker's light, the metronome, along with an embossed silver nameplate and a handsome little stone statue of a black panther.
Regardless of how quick she may have travelled or the fact she did not see him in passing, the doctor is standing at the broad and bright window on northern wall. A window that should be facing nothing but a brick wall, had she paid attention to the orientation of the street and building before entering. But soft, yellow sunlight filters through and there is the distant sound of traffic. He appears to be watching it with mild interest by the time he hears the door open.
"Ah! So glad you could make it. Please, have a seat, and we can begin."
There is no waiting room; the front door opens right into his office. Floor to ceiling bookshelves, an old fashioned victrola softly playing Bach, stained wood filing cabinets, paintings of a distinctly religious (possibly demonic) baroque nature, a desk identical to the one that had been in the Nexus upon their first meeting. There's the banker's light, the metronome, along with an embossed silver nameplate and a handsome little stone statue of a black panther.
Regardless of how quick she may have travelled or the fact she did not see him in passing, the doctor is standing at the broad and bright window on northern wall. A window that should be facing nothing but a brick wall, had she paid attention to the orientation of the street and building before entering. But soft, yellow sunlight filters through and there is the distant sound of traffic. He appears to be watching it with mild interest by the time he hears the door open.
"Ah! So glad you could make it. Please, have a seat, and we can begin."
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"Unfortunately I can do not till I regain my former self."
She glances out the window for a moment, then back at the doctor. A frown is fixed upon her face.
"I suppose that means, in this form at least, I can give nothing. Aside from promises."
A worthless gesture if she finds she cannot become whole again.
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Dr. Hill purses his lips, thinking for a moment to himself. He glances towards the window as a pair of birds flit past, twittering loudly to one another. Both come to a landing on the window sill.
"...Do you have living arrangements? Are you aware of what it means to be human and how to care for yourself? I suppose we should approach this from the bottom of Maslow's hierarchy, shouldn't we."
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The birds startle her out of her deep thought. She smoothes her hair out and looks away from the doctor. Letting her eyes take in more of the decor.
"I know a little, and have found a place to stay for now. Although I'm guessing I'll have a lot of learning to do yet."
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Dr. Hill smiles pleasantly. "Do you have any questions for me? Any at all?"
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Sameal stops for a moment in deep thought.
"Why are you helping me, truly. What do you gain from assisting me?"
Perhaps if the man helps her enough, she'd grant him some sort of reward...
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Dr. Hill stands from his chair and offers Samael a hand up from her own. "Shall we set and appointment for next time? Or will you come and see me when you have a moment?"
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She takes his hand and rises from her seat.
"An appointment would be best."
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When she accepts the offer for a return visit, he brightens. "What time works best for you? It's usually best to set another appointment for every other week."
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And as for what day, well... she doesnt even know what day it is now...
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"Ah yes I should be able to do that. You've been a great help Dr. Hill."