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Fantasy Black Rose Asylum

Ira sighed. "Just a minute Clair, I am with another patient, and will be with you shortly." "I am sorry Marie, I will be right back , why don't you enjoy your milk." With that Ira got up and removed his exam gloves washed his hands. Opened the med. Cabinet and a large book called a MAR. got the medicine and some bangages anteceptics and more exam glove and a glass of water. Ira opened the door. Ready to help Clair
 
Clair took the meds from him and took them quickly "i seem to have cut my leg doc" she said looking down at the puddle of blood that was forming on the floor.


"ahh it'll be fine , ill see you tomorrow" she said handing him back the glass of water. @Flack
 
Ira squatted down to get a better look at the cut. "Marie, Clair is hurt worse than you and I need to help her first it will be just a bit longer sorry to make you wait, I will be with you as soon as i can." Ira called.
 
"hmm i don't remember " she said blankly looking around " how did i get here Doctor?" she asked quietly
 
This place was awful drab, wasn't it? She'd been here a few months and still hadn't gotten used to the ominous greys and blacks and.. Yucky, yucky greens of this place. It was disgusting, and she hardly felt comfortable in her own bed..


It was her own fault, she'd remind herself. Sigh.. She shouldn't have disembowled her little sis if she didn't want to be here. Fine. She understood.


But really.. She'd have to go and ask staff if she could get a spot of paint in here. Either this place was getting no less dull or she was becoming colorblind. Hopefully the former. She'd string her eyeballs on a pretty necklace if it came to being colorblind. She had no needles either, sadly, or thread besides what she could pull out of her drab uniform. Seriously, did everything in this godawful place have to be so grey? Ugh.


The lanky girl stood up from her crappy little cot and stepped out of the room, rapping on the hollow metal door loudly. "Hellooooo~? Anyone home? I'm gunna just about parish in here if I don't get any fooood.." She gave a little whistle as well, hoping to call someone along. Annie, you lame tease.
 
"Thank you for being understanding. " Turning back to Clair. " I see , and judging from the blood trail you walked." " I am going wrap your leg up with some gauze quickly and we will go to exam room one and I will treat you cut properly there." "Can you walk or do you need assistance getting there?" Ira asked.
 
"it hurts really bad" she muttered looking back at the trail "im sorry sorry causing you trouble"


Clair looked up at the doctor and frowned "i dont think i can walk"
 
Ira smiled. "It's not trouble, I am just glad that you aren't hurt any worse." He said as he quickly wrapped up the leg. "Now , because I feel it would be faster than getting a wheel chair I am just going to carry you, If that's alright."
 
Well, that just about did it. Either he heard her calling or it was actually time for food. "Hullo, lovely! Bring a pretty girl a meal?" She cooed, voice entrancing and sort of.. Offputting. It wasn't sweet, like the rest of her demeanor was, but rather annoying. "Ofh.. You know, as hungry as I am, this hospital food doesn't hit the spot too well. I wonder if they've got some extra jello or whatever.. I wonder if I could get someone to put a word in for me. Good behavior, you know? Ehehe." Cue a sardonic giggle from the murderous lolita. She began to nibble at her plump red lip, the lower one half stitched through with silver thread.
 
Marie sat and soon fell asleep in the chair, and had a dream where she was chasing her mother around the house with a knife in her hands.
 
"Unfortunately, I don't come bearing food." He said before opening the door and walking in. "It's time for our daily session." He added, sitting in a nearby chair. "So, is there any progress? Problems?--Other than the hunger of course." He asked holding a notepad and a pen.
 
"y..y.yeh sure" she blushed "just don't drop me " she muttered holding her left arm looking at the ground.


"you BETTER NOT!" she shouted stomping on the ground, flinching as she did so "IF YOU DROP ME I'LL BEAT YOU"
 
xXGodoftheGeeksXx said:
"Unfortunately, I don't come bearing food." He said before opening the door and walking in. "It's time for our daily session." He added, sitting in a nearby chair. "So, is there any progress? Problems?--Other than the hunger of course." He asked holding a notepad and a pen.
"Daily session? Doc, you're such a bore! Cantcha cater to a lady now and then? Hrm.." Problems. Oh! Well, here she could bring up the color issue..


"Any problems? Of course. This place is about as photogenic as the rear end of a rhino's ass, could it kill someone to maybe paint the room a bright color? I was thinking a LOVELY sunny yellow! Or maybe a tea green." She adored greens, but all the chipped faded green paint in her room just looked like puke, it was nasty. "Mrm.. Hah! Or something orange. Something like the sunset."


There was a small pause before the dainty female changed the subject. "As for progress, what do you mean by that? Don't I seem perfectly normal? I really don't see why I need to be here.." She regretted taking that route. Desperation always led to speculation. Calm and easy would win her her freedom. "Oh well.. Hey doc, next time you come by, you better have some lunch, alright?"
 
"I promise I won't drop you." Though it has been awhile since I had a good beating ha...sorry that wasn't funny, what I mean is physical violence doesn't solve anything." Ira replied. "Alright one, two, three" and Ira picked Clair up with ease and carries her to exam room 1.
 
Marie continued to sleep, her dreams getting slightly better. She dreamt of a new her, where she didn't have voices in her head and where she had a family and kids in the real world..
 
Ikuto chuckled. "That's not what I meant by problems. I was thinking we could try to find the core of the reason why you are here...you know...your--specific addiction. I was thinking we could try to figure out your addiction's originality and perhaps make some progress."


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"you really piss me off doc you know that!" Clair sighed laying back on the bed. "anyway i'm fine its just a scratch" she sighed looking at him.


"can't i get a coffee or something ?!"' she asked scratching at the bandage .
 
"Sorry, but it's not just a scratch, please stop itching the bandage." "Once I get you squared away and check on Marie, I will bring you some coffee and may even join you for a cup." Ira said. As he fished bandaging Clair's leg.
 

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