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@doctor-gregoryturner
-Abigail nodded and stood silently for a moment, watching him with wide eyes. She took the white board and marker from him and quickly scribbled onto the board- Thank you.
You’re very welcome.
We must have some way of communication with you, no?
-Abigail stared at him with wide eyes before nodding,understanding exactly how he felt-
-she nodded as he asked about her brother, not looking at him nor making a sound as they walked-
-They arrived at their destination-- the storage closet. Turner smiled at Abigail.- Wait here. I’ll be right back.
-he disappeared into the room and after a moment, he reappeared with board and marker in hand.- Here you go.
I just…ever since I got this medication…it seems my hallucinations have gotten worse…I don’t know if it isn’t strong enough..or just the medication in general.
Really now? -puzzled, he looks back to the text saying what medication she was on- That often happens. -sniffs- We’ll get right onto this, alright?
-Abigail’s eyes widened and she simply stared at him, blinking once to let him know she understood to the best of her abilities-
-she dug her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt and stared at the floor as she followed him-
My sister and her family are coming up to visit soon. I feel like I see them so often and yet, I don’t… Does that make sense? -he laughed, shaking his head- Probably not, huh.
Have you talked much with your family, Miss Waters? Your brother? I heard that you two were rather close. He’s a doctor like me, no?
-Abigail’s eyes quickly darted around the room, the young girl immediately growing cautious at his words. She tilted her head curiously, as if she was asking him what he meant by odd-
-she nodded once, a tiny gesture that she knew he would still notice-
I… -he had his hands raised and moving as if they would aid him in explaining what he meant.- It’s… Well... -they’re lowered with a sigh- I cannot seem to put it into words.
Alright then. It shouldn’t be too long of a walk from here. Shouldn’t take too long, I mean. -the man motioned for her to follow as he started to make his way down the hall.-
-Abigail tensed slightly at the sound of the man’s voice and she felt a sudden urge to wrap her arms around her waist to shield herself from the kind doctor in front of her. She only shrugged and looked at him before motioning at him with a tilt of her head, silently asking how he was-
I see… -he nodded, turning his head to look idly outside through the nearby window.- I am well. Things are around have felt odd… I can’t quite place my finger on what or why.
-Brought his eyes back to her- I see you don’t have your dry-erase board…. I know where they keep some. Would you like to accompany me?
Thank you!..
Well, you see, Miss Blackwell… Chronic Alice in Wonderland syndrome isn’t treatable. It must wear itself out.
But we have you on a light dosage of antidepressants and anticonvulsants. How are you feeling? Why do you feel unsatisfied with your medication?
-Abigail immediately tensed at the sound of someone speaking her name. Her big brown orbs immediately widened as the raised from the floor to gaze at the man’s fine features. Abigail remained silent although she stopped in her tracks in an attempt to let him know she was listening and yet not intending to speak-
-He paused to smile, trying to appear as welcoming as possible. The doctor knew of the girl’s fragile and timid nature, knew that he had to tread carefully with her.- Miss Waters, how are you feeling?
-She silently walks into the hallway outside of the infirmary, a long sweatshirt covering the bandages that dressed the bruises and cuts from both her encounter with Wyatt, and then some. Abigail bit her lip as she tried to hide from sight, not wanting to encounter anyone at all-
-Gregory sipped his tea, his eyes moving back to forth on the page before him as he moved slowly down the hall. He’d murmur a greeting to the people he passed, patients and doctors alike. The ma moved aside for one lithe figure, before realizing who it was. He’d heard about Abigail’s troubles and had wanted to speak with her, but he hadn’t been able to locate her until now.-
Miss Waters?
What do I have to do for them to up my medication?…They aren’t working..
Ah, they aren’t…. Hm. Let me take a look at your chart.
For Science
With everything that Aria(?) had been saying, Em could feel frustrated tears forming in her eyes. "I d-didn’t get into another fight, I promise. You would’ve heard about it already. I g-got angry, and I just… I just started punching the wall in my room…. I didn’t want to hurt anyone else, so I stayed away from people when I was in that state… Everything she’s saying about the blood everywhere is a lie…"
"If I was lying then why are there so many bandages on your hand? That’d be a pretty big gash, wouldn’t it be, Turner?" The blonde asked turning to the only sensible person in the room. "Fight or not, she refused to get help. It could have gotten infected! She could have died! But look, because of me it’s all fixed.” Aria just smiled back at Turner.
“I see…” Gregory murmured, eyes moving over the two and then off to the wall behind them. After a few moments of silence, he calmly stood and towered high above them, looking very much like someone of authority. “Well, it’s time for you two to return to isolation. I’ve heard enough."
“And it seems you both need this punishment. I have been too lenient."
Emilia gaze snapped at Aria, and a sinister glare formed. “Fuck Arabella.”
Turning back to Turner, she managed to clear her throat, stiffling a cough. “It happened because I wouldn’t let her take me to the infirmary. I told her I was fine and I started to walk away, and she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me, and threatened me. I managed to get out of her grip and I started walking away again until she threw shit at me, and then she strangled me and tried killing me. I have the bruises on my neck if you don’t believe me.”
"You would be surprised at what Arabella could do with a pair of scissors." Aria retorted, staring at the pencil holder on Turner’s desk. Her grip tightened on the arm rests of the chair until her knuckles turned white, she had to keep calm. After a few calming breaths Arianna could look at Turner without blood clouding her vision, "look!" She exclaimed like an excited child towards the bandages on Emilia’s hand. "She hurt herself, she was mad at someone, and I thought she was fighting! There was blood everywhere! All over her clothes and the floor and and I thought she was going to pass out, I really did, Doc! And then she got all hostile and started yelling I thought she killed someone." While she pointed out Emilia’s bandaged up hand, Aria forgot that her own hand covered with bites was now exposed and she pointed to Emilia.
“Wow… Miss Bell, this behavior is very unlikely to come from you. You attacked your own friend?” The man sighed, squinting in slight confusion at the young girl. Gregory opened his mouth to admonish her more, but stopped when she spoke. He listened intently, eyes moving to the other girl when certain features were pointed out and nodding.
“Miss Russo, why are your hands bandaged? Did you get into a fight before this one?” He paused when he noticed the strange welts on Arianna’s skin. “And… Miss Bell, what are those?"
Emilia sat down in the chair, with the help of the orderlies, and tried her best to get he act together.
"She…. she attacked… attacked me….. when I tried to… tried to walk away…." Come on, Em, fight the side effects and get your shit together.
Aria stared at Turner as Emilia said, well tried, to explain what had happened. “Turner, let me tell you a story. There once was a happy blonde little girl who’s dad turned out to be a fake. Turning to alcohol she drank and drank and drank until her parents said know. That little girl became angrier and angrier until she became the meanest loudest person in the house. That new little girl, the one who was so different than the happy blonde one, was named Arabella by everyone in the house.” Aria shifted so that she was staring at Emilia this time, “Arabella hates being ignored and she will kill for attention.”
“How’d the argument start, Miss Russo…?” He asked, after a glance was thrown in the other blonde’s direction.
“Miss Bell, thank you for that. But you have to wait your turn.” He pinched the skin between his brows. “You see, when you act like children, you get treated like children. Now do be quiet until it’s your turn."
The fact that she was pulled from isolation confused Emilia. She was still extremely groggy and a bit delusional from the sedative that was given to her, so when she was brought to Doctor Turner’s office, she was still lowly mumbling things to herself.
Arianna walked confidently into Turner’s office. She didn’t need to be restrained or closely followed, she had been compliant and was rewarded her space, but all she was planning on offering the doctor were a few words here or there. What was a tantrum without being difficult and deciding not to speak. “Sup, Doc?”
“Ah, there you two are… Please sit.” He gestured to the chairs before his desk with a tightlipped smile. “Now…"
“Do explain why this happened. Miss Russo, you start."
I have Mister Stone’s things.
…..nothing. He’ll be okay Dr.Turner.
Uh, alright...
If you say so.
I have Mister Stone’s things.
He’ll still be here, like Will…
I’m sorry, who?
