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Post by dr. stella anabele monroe on Feb 23, 2011 12:08:00 GMT -5
Stella sighed as she nursed her second coffee of the day; her long red hair was loose around her shoulders. Coffee was life here at the asylum. It really was just everything Stella needed in the afternoon after a long session with four patients. Instead of settling in her overstuffed wheeley chair, Stella paced the length of her cramped office, sipping at the steaming coffee. Since losing her babies and her husband, the redhead therapist was seriously reconsidering her job; who needed to help others when she so obviously needed the help first? But, she loved helping people; young people in particular. Hell, she wasn’t that old anyways! Twenty-seven and divorced, Stella felt a hundred years old. The stress of everyone’s problems as well as her own really was taking a hit on her – she was surprised that she didn’t have grey hair yet.
But, with a fleeting glance at the clock, Stella Monroe pushed her own problems to the side to make room for one of her patients – Annabelle Talbot.So, she placed the coffee on the coffee table, moved some pictures and unlocked her office door. Settling in the loveseat so Annabelle could take the couch, Stella crossed her legs at the knee and flicked her aqua eyes over at the clock. Hopefully the redhead patient wouldn’t be late. She couldn’t afford to spend an extra fifteen minutes after a session. She had other places to be. Being rushed and set on a time limit often made Stella stress, which only was relieved by a certain long bottle hidden in her apartment.
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Post by lauren on Feb 23, 2011 13:01:27 GMT -5
Annabelle knocked before she entered Dr Monroe's office, as she always did, and then took her usual seat. She was always polite when she spoke to the doctor.
"Good afternoon, Dr Monroe." she greeted her favourite doctor. "How has your day been?" She absentmindedly pulled at the edges of the itchy cotton bandages covering her arms. Damn falling over in the mess hall. But Creepy Cage and Orion had been nice enough to help her, which was nice she supposed. Another doctor had rushed in and managed to clean her up well, though she didn't look convinced when all three of them had told her that Annabelle had hurt herself by falling onto the tiles. See, Annabelle knew they'd be like this! She just knew that they would think that she had been self harming. She hadn't ever done it, purely because she was scared that if she did, she'd die of blood poisoning, or an infection, or blood loss... There was a whole host of things to be scared of when you'd had so many causes of death presented to you in your sleep.
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Post by dr. stella anabele monroe on Feb 23, 2011 13:33:56 GMT -5
“Afternoon, Annabelle.” Stella was careful about calling the patients by their last names; some of them didn’t want to be associated with their families anymore, while others were still too new to hear their family name being used for them. Some had major guilt, others major hatred. “I’m fine, thank you. Glad to see you’re on time today.” Stella allowed a smile to grow on her face, as she stood from the loveseat to walk to her desk, pulling out Annabelle’s folder along with a clipboard. Previous sessions were noted down and happily Stella took them off to rest face down on her desk. A new sheet, a new session, a new start. She returned to the loveseat with her coffee, folder and clipboard, sipping at the coffee as she sat down, opening the folder to grab her pen.
“How have you been sleeping, recently? Are the sleeping pills working, are you taking them?” Stella asked softly and slowly, jotting down what she was already seeing with Annabelle. She didnt often agree with patients taking medication but with cases like these - where the problem was mental - medicine was often the best answer. Aqua colored eyes lifted and spotted the bandanges, a small frown coming over her lips. The motherly part of her personality was already starting to show, as she leaned foreward and pointed the pen end at her bandanged arm. “Annabelle, what happened to your arm?” Stella didn’t frequently talk with other doctors but when she did she was usually told of patient accidents too late, so this wasn’t a surprise to the redhead female when she saw Annabelle’s arm.
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Post by lauren on Feb 23, 2011 13:45:54 GMT -5
Nervously, Annabelle shifted in her chair. She HAD been taking the pills, and the nightmares were getting easier to handle, but sometimes she wished she didn't have to take them.
"Oh. I was in the mess hall this morning and Cage McNamara started talking to me. When I went to go, I tripped and fell. My arms got caught on the tiles. But then Orion Rhead and Cage helped get me to a nurse and they were really nice." she recounted for the doctor.
She pulled down her sleeves a little. "The nurse didn't believe us when we told her what had happened. She thought I'd done it to myself." She glared accusingly at the bandages. "They don't trust us. We're not all... Crazy. Not really." She sighed and tore her gaze away from the cotton.
"And yes, I've been taking the pills. They aren't stopping me from waking up, though." Instantly, she cursed herself for saying that. "What I mean to say is that they send me to sleep straight off, but you know when I wake up at the end of the dream? It doesn't stop that from happening. Is that supposed to happen?" she asked quickly. 'Why did I have to say anything about it?!' |
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Post by dr. stella anabele monroe on Feb 23, 2011 14:20:37 GMT -5
Stella nodded during Annabelle’s recounter, scratching down names as well as the accident. If the nurse had the medical record, Stella could make a copy for her own records, that way she can go back and see if Annabelle had really tripped or had done it herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe her, it was just she had to cover all her tracks. “How often do you speak with them? Cage and Orion, I mean.” Stella had only bumped into Orion, but never Cage; she had heard that he was a tough nut to crack. Besides, who named their kid ‘Cage’, anyways? But in all honesty, Stella didn’t really care for names; after the loss of her own children names were never an issue with her, so she never cared. Stella put two lines under Cage and Orion’s names, making sure to find out who they were seeing. As Annabelle mentioned the pills, and not helping her ‘stay asleep’, Stella frowned again, writing this down onto her clipboard.
“Wait, so they aren’t stopping the dreams, at all?” Stella asked cautiously, slightly disappointed that the pills were not working this far in the trial. “Annabelle how long as this been going on? You’ve been on these pills since....” The Irish doctor returned to her file, thumbing through a few pages till she landed on Annabelle’s first medical record. “Since last year, I believe. But no, that’s not supposed to happen. You’re supposed to go to sleep and wake up without any recollection of the dream at all. But then again, these pills are on a few trial runs,” Stella sighed and jotted the notes down again, making sure to mention in her notes that the pills weren’t working properly.
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Post by lauren on Feb 23, 2011 14:52:37 GMT -5
She shrugged to Doctor Monroe's first question. "Literally never seen them before today. But I'd had an argument with this girl called Reagan earlier and I was angry, so I went into the mess hall to eat and Cage just came up to me and started talking to me. So when I turned to go, I tripped and Orion helped me. I had another panic attack and he took me to the nurse's office and... I dunno... I suppose we're friends now."
Then the Irish doctor spoke again and Annabelle cursed herself again. 'Stupid, stupid Annabelle. Why did you tell her?!' "They did!" she began earnestly. "To start with! But then they stopped working... And I didn't want to go through all the testing again. It makes me ill, Doctor Monroe, it makes me worse. I just want to get out of here." she voiced for the first time. |
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Post by dr. stella anabele monroe on Feb 24, 2011 20:10:11 GMT -5
"What was the argument about, Annabelle? Do you want to enclose and specifics or...?" Stella asked quietly, jotting down yet another name and putting a question mark at all three of them. "How do you feel about these three people, Cage, Orion and Reagan?" Stella asked; she flicked her icy gaze to the clock and nodded a little. Still had enough time for what she needed to ask. Uncrossing than re-crossing her legs, Stella paid attention to Annabelle's body language; she seemed cool and collected but as time went on most patients starting showing their true colours. Stella lifted her gaze over to the bookshelf that held mostly binders and file folders filled with patients information. She really should lock that up...
Annabelle's earnest beginning made Stella raise an eyebrow. "How long did they work for, do you remember? This is very important for your own well being." If the drugs didnt work then Annabelle could suffer from serious side effects. "Have you had a loss of appeitite lately? Odd mood swings, can't go to the bathroom?" These were all natural reactions, and Stella just wanted to make sure she was okay. When the redhead said she just wanted to get out, Stella dropped her professional face for a few seconds, and actually smiled at the girl. "Honey, I wish I could give you a clean bill of health, but I just can't. These nightmares you're having? They aren't normal. There's something in your head that's making them happen, and you need to be here so you aren't hurting yourself."
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