I can help.

Dr. Arthur Grayson

[river-blane]

  [It isn’t as if the oncoming collision is much of a startle to River. The girl, with her eyes fixated very pointedly at a bird, through the sheeting glass windowpane, hardly blinks as she stumbles past. 

There is, as expected if not uncharacteristic as it could have been, the tinge of annoyance. Which startles her more than the intrusion itself.

How these days have changed her world view.] 

No need for apologies. The world will keep turning. [Hah.]

[arthurgrayson]

[Arthur smiles.] That it will, that it will. Still, I am sorry for running into you. I should have been paying more attention. [That could be applied to so many aspects of his life. Still, he blinks away the thought- he has no time  time for it and its like.] I don't think I've met you yet, Miss...?

[arthurgrayson]

[Arthur moves through the halls, absentmindedly moving around the sparse patients he encounters. He's a small stack of files in his hands- and mounds more in his office. Rosewood is sadly understaffed- he can understand, who really wants to work at an insane asylum? 

'You do.'

'Shut up, brain.'

Anyhow, much of the work falls on him. He hasn't even managed to have any sessions yet.

He is roused from his work-induced stupor soon enough- as he doesn't quite manage to maneuver around someone. He looks up, intense eyes focusing on the other's face.]  I am so sorry.

[rivers-run-shallow-blog]

  Do we now? So you educated folk pay thousands of dollars to read your books and memorize your facts all to simply ‘help us along’? I don’t believe I am capable of fixing myself, lad.

[arthurgrayson]

Not 'fixed'. You're not broken, really, you have a problem you need to overcome. 

Like I said- you don't have to do it yourself. Doctors try to help, but really if the patients don't want to be helped there's only so much we can do.

[aranea-makara]

  Captor. Elowen Captor. Doesn’t have quite the same ring as James Bond, unfortunately.

Maybe you can go into some sort of focus zone and the work will be done before you blink.

[arthurgrayson]

Well, Miss Captor, your name is certainly more interesting than mine- even if it doesn't have quite the ring of James Bond. Arthur Grayson, at your service.

Ah, I wish. But that only seems to happen when I enjoy what I'm working on. The closest thing to a zone I can get into while working on this sort of thing is a kind of daze. [A light chuckle.]

[aranea-makara]

  What a gentleman. Why thank you, good sir.

That sounds very tedious and very boring. I get what you mean, though. I don’t think I’d want to learn about people through files either. I mean I’m not really a people person, but I’m not not one either. Put simply, it’s just easier to read people when they aren’t made up entirely of someone else’s words. So I feel you. If you take a nap on the job, I won’t tell anyone.

[arthurgrayson]

Always a pleasure.

It is, both tedious and boring. But apparently, [He taps a finger against the stack of files.] necessary. 

I like the way you think, miss...?

[aranea-makara]

  Well that’s a bummer. I’ll be sure to keep all of my dastardly nightly activities away from the offices, then. [She grins, just to let him know that she doesn’t mean it, even though she’s almost positive the sarcasm behind it all is blatantly obvious. Not going to risk it, she supposes. Habits do die hard.] What are you working on?

[arthurgrayson]

Well, if you happen to forget when you're going about your dastardly deeds, I'll be sure to look the other way. 

Files. So many files. I've lost count of how many I've read. Which means I've probably forgotten everyone I've read about in them, too...[He pulls a face.] I prefer meeting someone to reading their file.

[rivers-run-shallow-blog]

   So you’re in your newness you overwork yourself? We can’t all be insomniacs—[a tilted grin] Who will fix us wronged ones, then?

[arthurgrayson]

It's not really overworking. It's reading all these files, so I know who everyone is.

And you all fix yourselves. We just try to help you along.

[aranea-makara]

  [Elowen moves towards the only lit office with curiosity; drunk on the confidence of a patient she’d met only hours earlier. Funny how she can feel herself slipping, and for once she doesn’t mind. Knocking lightly on the door frame, she stands in the entryway.]

They used to tell us in elementary school that the teachers slept in the teachers lounge. I mean, I figured they made that up to scare us, but don’t tell me doctors do it too.

[arthurgrayson]

[Arthur lifts his head, surprised to see the girl. The darkness from outside his door obscures her face, but he's pretty sure that she's a patient.] Of course doctors sleep in their offices. It's not like we have houses or anything, how scandalous would that be? [He rubbed at his right eye, willing the itchy tiredness to go away.] How else would we get everything done?

[rivers-run-shallow-blog]

  [He’s been roaming the halls for hours, little to do, little to rest, little to learn and he’s idle in between his ears though his feet are in constant movement and he craves the tang of stimulation on his tongue, like salt water in a wound, so tart and stinging and sharp. His eyes dart into an office door, open still, and he speaks into it for the jar of it.]

Do they truly demand you never to rest, lad?

[arthurgrayson]

Hm? Oh, they let us rest well enough. I kind of inflict this upon myself. [He rummages through the paperwork and finds the one he needs.Setting it down, he then stuffs a stack of papers into a folder.] It's more that I'm new.

[edwin-cain]

  [Ed smiles, the joke not exactly the funniest, but it doesn’t go over his head. He purses his lips together after a minute.] Yeah, er… just thought I’d say ‘ello. Dunno really. But, er, we’ll talk tomorrow, yeah? In a session?

[arthurgrayson]

Right, of course. See you then...sorry, do you prefer Ed, or Edwin? 

[edwin-cain]

  [Ed’s slightly nervous as he comes to the doctor’s office. He’s new, or at least new to Ed and he’s all right with being moved around a little bit, but no doctor’s come close to the one he’d taken a liking to at West Park. She was kind and caring to him and a bit angry at the general staff. When he reaches the door, however, he knocks a few times, light raps echoing off of it.] Er… Arthur Grayson? ‘m Ed. Edwin — er, Cain. They switched me over to you and I thought I’d come say hi. But ‘s late, so I can go. Just thought I’d get the, er, nerves of meetin’ you… y’know, outta the way.

[arthurgrayson]

[Knocks sound on the door, breaking into his deep contemplation on the subject of sleep.] Edwin! Of course. [He hoists himself from his chair tiredly enough, but energy is beginning to flow again. Praise the Lord of doctors. Science, maybe. Yes, praise science. Arthur unlatches the door and opens it.] Well, then. Hello. It's very nice to meet you. 

I don't mind you staying if you like, Edwin. My door is always open. [He pauses.] Well. Perhaps not literally, but you get the idea.

[arthurgrayson]

[Being a doctor comes with far too much paperwork. Arthur sighs as he examines another file. It's late, far too late for a patient to come in. A pity. He hasn't seen any of his patients yet, and it bothers him to no end. Switching on a lamp, he rubs his eyes. He's been working by the dim light of his laptop. Looking to the screen to see the time, he sighs once more. Ah, sleep. He remembers sleep.] 

[arthurgrayson]

Hello, there.

[audreyrai-blog]

  Better.

.

[arthurgrayson]

Good.

I don't believe I got your name, miss...?

[arthurgrayson]

Hello, there.

[audreyrai-blog]

  [Relief washed over her when he agreed. She went to move the clump of messy hair on his forehead. It was always something that bothered her. More than other things did. Hair was so easy to fix, but than it was always messed up at the end of the day. How hard was it to look in a mirror for three seconds?  Mushroom top- that’s what it looked like. Her hands parted it in the middle showing his fore head that was hidden behind it. She pushed it over, trying to keep it there.]

[arthurgrayson]

[He tolerates her efforts with good grace, trying not to fidget. After a moment, however, he brushes his hair to the side so his forehead is clear.] Better?

[arthurgrayson]

Hello, there.

[audreyrai-blog]

  Fix it. Can I fix it? [She kept her hands near her waiting for his response. Even if he didn’t say yes she’d still try too do it.

]

[arthurgrayson]

Sure. [She looks fidgety and uncomfortable, and he thinks whatever she needs to 'fix' is the cause of it. If it will make a patient feel better...]

[arthurgrayson]

Hello, there.

[audreyrai-blog]

   [She could see his lips moving to the words and hear the sounds coming out, but she didn’t listen to them. Well she did, but not fully. She was too distracted by his hair. Two little tentacles that curled around the edges to claw inside where  a few lone strands were gathering. She couldn’t pay attention with that in the way.] Hmm. [She nodded nonchalantly trying not to look at it any more. But she couldn’t. It was there. She knew it. Everything was so uncomfortable now. She had to fix it.] Um- You- Ah- Just- Can I…?

[arthurgrayson]

Can you...? Can you what? [She was looking at his hair, or something above him. Was there a leaf on his head or something? It had been kind of windy outside.] 

[arthurgrayson]

Hello, there.

[audreyrai-blog]

  If you’re bad with names you cold always go by their hair color. Like “Hey brunette or blonde” but than there’s more than one person with it… So include the highlights in it. So like if that’s not right than the length or style. One time I got a really bad hair cut. It was like half bowl half rat an- [She stopped not even realizing she was talking to fast or was getting ahead of her herself. Well now behind herself considering the sentence was left unfinished. There was more to the sentence, more of the memory, but there was something that had to be address first. It bothered her a small amount, but large enough to be noticed. Usually someone would wave or smile or nod not thumb up. Why would he chose that?] Why would you put up your thumb?

[arthurgrayson]

Ah, I would, but they'd think me a mite rude, I think. I think it's a brilliant method, though; it'd certainly be easier for me. 

I gave you a thumbs-up to say, 'Is that okay?' or, 'We're all good', or something like that.