Crazycake
Lovable lunatic
There came a heavy silence. It blanketed the area in a thick, almost suffocating, chill.
The doctor, ever so slowly, closed his journal and pocketed the book and pencil. His head shifted upwards to look at the two patients, his glasses flashing once, revealing his gaze to the two. Those eyes, staring at them both; to each, it would appear that they looked directly at them- into them. Each individual, simultaneously. This was only for a moment, almost as though it didn't even happen. If not for the feeling and the knowledge that he was looking. That he was watching. Always.
" It is a private session, you understand. Polices and rules are placed for specific reasons, rehabilitation is why we are here. . . after all"
The man's voice came out like a blade, as if he wielded it like a weapon. Though there was something to it now as the chill lifted. Nathaniel, pocketed his hands inside his white coat as a smile pulled at his stoic lips.
" With Miss.Keam giving consent, it is possible for you to accompany us, Mr. Twenty-Three. . . Upon the condition that you behave properly. . ." The smile broke onto Dr. Wilers face, usually one that upset and unsettled those whom looked upon it. The curve of the lips held genuine.... feeling behind it. Though, not a soul could know where these feelings originated from.
Stepping to the side, the orderly with the wheel chair positioned the seat near the entrance of the room, keeping her head down.
The doctor, ever so slowly, closed his journal and pocketed the book and pencil. His head shifted upwards to look at the two patients, his glasses flashing once, revealing his gaze to the two. Those eyes, staring at them both; to each, it would appear that they looked directly at them- into them. Each individual, simultaneously. This was only for a moment, almost as though it didn't even happen. If not for the feeling and the knowledge that he was looking. That he was watching. Always.
" It is a private session, you understand. Polices and rules are placed for specific reasons, rehabilitation is why we are here. . . after all"
The man's voice came out like a blade, as if he wielded it like a weapon. Though there was something to it now as the chill lifted. Nathaniel, pocketed his hands inside his white coat as a smile pulled at his stoic lips.
" With Miss.Keam giving consent, it is possible for you to accompany us, Mr. Twenty-Three. . . Upon the condition that you behave properly. . ." The smile broke onto Dr. Wilers face, usually one that upset and unsettled those whom looked upon it. The curve of the lips held genuine.... feeling behind it. Though, not a soul could know where these feelings originated from.
Stepping to the side, the orderly with the wheel chair positioned the seat near the entrance of the room, keeping her head down.