B.Worthington

❝I restore myself when I'm alone.❞

[doctorofthelost-blog]

“Um.. wlel… it is possible apparently.. but I’m still glad you like me especially,”

[bxworthington]

“Well, whoever doesn’t like you, clearly is missing out.” 

[doctorofthelost-blog]

“Well for what it’s worth, I really hope that you do!”

[bxworthington]

“Of course, doctor! How could anyone not like you?”

[saviorquinzel]

“ if i show you my little stash, i expect something in return. “

[bxworthington]

“Well, great. Anything you’d like then.”

[bxworthington]

[bxworthington]

:]

[wellgoodbyeoldsen-deactivated20]

“Your job?” He echoes it, and then slides to her little carving. His tree will heal. “I’d rather talk about whatever the hell you were trying to draw there. Other than that – - ” Pausing, he swipes dirt covered hands over his pants. “I don’t know. What’s to talk about in hell if it’s the same thing everyday, yeah?”

[bxworthington]

“I was just trying to draw a smiley face.” She said with a small smirk creeping over her lips. “This place needs to be a little more happy somehow.” Listening to his last words, she sighed lightly, “Well that’s also part of my job. To shake things up a little and help you make them different. Everyone’s hell is different and I try to make it less hell-like for you. Even I have an everyday hell I deal with.”

[bxworthington]

!!

[bxworthington]

;P

[sliceofindependencehq-blog]

“Congratulations, I think you’re the first.”

[bxworthington]

"Well...what can I say? Clearly

[stolenremorse]

“I dunno, I didn’t open it. I was practising my restraint skills.”

[bxworthington]

“I see. Well, I guess I’ll just open it up then.” Carefully unzipping the bag, she stuck her hand inside and gasped. She was afraid to pull out what felt like a gun, and possibly a few knives. “You didn’t see the person who dropped this?” She asked cautiously, as she removed her hand, zipped it back up and shoved it in her desk drawer.

[wellgoodbyeoldsen-deactivated20]

“Make it a work of art over THERE. You know. So it’ll be visible.” He doesn’t want whatever she’s carving into his skin forever, thank-you-very-much. That, and the last time a doctor got their hands on his tree he nearly died – - he just finished recovering, he didn’t want to go through that again. “What are you trying to do?”

[bxworthington]

“Just my job.” She shrugged her shoulders, answering his question. “Is there anything you’d like to talk about, or have I caused enough havoc for one day?” She flashed him a small smile.

[kcnnibalisms]

“You’re OVERREACTING too much to this. I didn’t even do anything.”

[bxworthington]

“Yes, right...because I imagine things now. You really can NOT be serious.”

[bxworthington]

“Fine! Just get OUT of my office then!”

[wellgoodbyeoldsen-deactivated20]

She works here, as weird as she is, so he’s not about to tell her about his tree if she doesn’t already know. The corners of his lips pinch together. “Do it on a fuckin’ birch. Oak trees are harder to carve, and less visible. Do a good job of it, at the very least.”

[bxworthington]

“Yeah, sure...a birch. Whatever pleases you. You have O.C.D with the types of trees that are carved in or something?” She asked, almost nonchalantly. She hadn’t gone through all of the patients' paperwork and sometimes she didn’t like to. As a psychologist, sometimes she just liked to push buttons to see what made certain people tick. In the end, most of the time it helped her decide on methods to help them. Hearing his last comment, she replied, “It’s a work of art! Don’t kid yourself!”

[saviorquinzel]

“ oh my, you must have me mistaken. alcohol isn’t permitted in here and i follow the rules. “

[bxworthington]

“Well, isn’t that a shame?”

[doctorofthelost-blog]

“People rarely see the brave things they do as bravery,”

[bxworthington]

“Yes, I see what you’re saying. Though sometimes it’s impossible when you feel like you’re just a monster.”

[bxworthington]

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