[doctor-robertwright]

anastasialeoss·:

Anastasia roamed the halls of the institute with her briefcase. She prepared everything the night before… All the intro-documents for her patients, all the info she needed for the database, all the information flyers for her patients and of course her lunch. When she was walking towards the staff cafeteria she saw a familiar face walking in front of her. She smiled, knowing it was a perfect opportunity. “Mister Wright!” she called, as she quickly made her way over to him. His tone took her by surprise. A little bit shook, she smiled. He was probably in a hurry. “So glad to run into you finally” she started warmly. “I’m Anastasia Leos, the new therapist at the institute. Sorry if I interrupted you”. Unsure if she should shake his hand she kindly introduced herself. He looked like a stiff and cold man, but then again he was the director. 

“Ah, yes – Miss Leos, your application looked promising. We are glad to have you on board.” The older begun, extending his hand as a courteous offer to her introduction, stopping in his tracks and offering a smile – despite not being the warmest. Robert was never one of the kindest of people… He had never been the friendliest face in the playground as a child or the most approachable as a teen – he had this twisted understanding of DISCIPLINE, one that he followed and refused to learn about. Perhaps, that was why he was such a bitter old man who held no solace when it came to those who misbehaved. He held the very old-fashioned belief of ‘teach them a lesson’, which was why he had no remorse in throwing people into solitary confinement. “I was hoping to catch you at some point, truth be told. I heard it on the grapevine that one of your patients, Felix Marshall, was spotted with a carton of matches. In case you are yet to meet him, he is a pyromaniac. Do you see my concern? I would address the issue firsthand but I know the game of chinese whispers–ever so popular in a place like this.”

[doctor-robertwright]

toni-rowland·:

Respect your elders or something, Antonia was sure that was something someone taught her,  but no matter how hard she tried she just didn’t see it happening, not with her boss. But, luckily for her she could be  polite enough to get through this conversation. Of course, somedays she didn’t enjoy her job but unlike Robert, she had gotten this degree to help people and that was what she enjoyed. Sure, it wasn’t that every second Friday of the month didn’t peak her interest, money to do with what she pleased but she’d come to Oregon for one soul purpose, to help. If anything Toni knew that he didn’t much enjoy the staff who worked here before he’d came, but  also quite frankly she didn’t give a damn. It was the least of her worries who liked her or not, anymore. At least that was what she’d decided. How long it would stick in her insecure bones was beyond her. Only tuning back in when he SPOKE she almost gasped in surprise at his words,  biting back a shocked laugh as she mulled over them.

“Mm, I’m not REALLY. You seem like the easily annoyed type. Great trip away, my niece had a bunch of school stuff, very cute.. really. I assume you don’t much care considering I’m not working well drunk, but yeah, I did. Looks like things have been run perfectly around here with the turbulence between everyone, and all. Congrats on running a tight ship, sir.”

“Why yes, I am easily annoyed when I am continuously surrounded by VERMIN who are unable to do their jobs properly. Why else do you think I brought in a majority of my staff members when first arriving?”

In a scoff, the head doctor allowed his stone coloured pupils to travel down to the woman in question momentarily. He had to admit, he admired her bravery. Not many dared stand up to Robert, though it was people like this woman who filled him with a challenge – one that he would happily take on. At the end of the day, it was her job that was on the like – a savoury cracker in the palm of his hand, CRUSHED by one brisk movement. There were other places that would have taken her on, but Doctor Wright was highly regarded within this industry; people knowing him from all corners and if he uttered that an employee was useless, they would take his word for it. Not that he was on the same level of pettiness as the brunette before him, though making threats were usually something fun to do. It instilled a fear within people – a fear that could not easily be revoked and that in itself gave him a burst of joy.

“A tight ship indeed – and if people don’t pick their slack up, they shall be tossed overboard. Do feel free to remind your colleagues that. Our turnover rate is doing rather well, patients flying out of the doors yet nobody has the HEART to send their children off to a place like this around the Christmas period, so if it stays quiet and I do not need as many staff members – people will be made redundant. I suggest they perk their ideas up, including you, Mrs. Rowland. Ah, I mean Miss – I forgot about your... Spouse. Deepest condolences.”

[doctor-robertwright]

charlieswann·:

He was FURIOUS. For almost a year the boy had survived the place without a bloody fucking roommate. Why? Why did he need one now. It was not like he disliked the other person. He just disliked having to be vulnerable in a place where he was at his weakest. Had to wake up screaming and having to wake someone else up by that as well. That and the fact he kept having to take medication that didn’t fucking work at fucking all made him step through the corridor towards the office of his therapist and the head of this shitty place the boy called home. 

When he found the doctor roaming the same halls he had to try to keep his anger subdued. He had seen the elder male days before getting his ass burned on why he was roaming the halls after curfew again. Being a angry brat wouldn’t help him today. Or any fucking day for that..!

“Doctor Wright~” He started off debating on leaving the man alone and just bringing this up in his next appointment especially seeing how annoyed the male already was. “Can I get another room? One without a roommate for example?!”

Barely even looking twice at the much shorter boy, Robert kept his eyes on the target – appointment number three of the day, this one in his very own office. It was with two new parents patiently awaiting him, weighing up their options n where to send their insomniac son who had claimed to be hearing voices – another nut case to add to the collection. Knowing that his office was at the very end of this long corridor, the doctor worked out that the boy had approximately two minutes and forty seconds to explain just what was the matter on this occasion. Gritting his dentures together and suppressing a rather large sigh at the brunette’s words, Robert balled his fists together – hearing the popping of his knuckles.

“Unfortunately, Mr Swann – we need to fill each and every room up. It is how the industry works. We have beds available, we fill them. There are no negotiations. Now, if you’d excuse me, I have somewhere important to be.”

[doctor-robertwright]

toni-rowland·:

A busy day,  much to Antonia Rowlands dismay, but when weren’t things busy for her? She couldn’t recall a time anymore. She’d gone home to deal with somethings, with her father and otherwise but now she was back and the stack of files on her desk was something undesired. The rain pitter-pattering against the windows didn’t quite want to make her step outside for her usually breath of fresh air in between patients though so here she was, figuring that she could get an early start. That hadn’t gone as planned, and her patient was nowhere to be found. What the hell had happened around here when she’d been gone? Everything was a total mess, much to her dismay. As quickly as her mood has risen it’d dropped, and now she was simply sulking back to her office in hopes that maybe her patient was waiting there, but she didn’t think it was likely, ever the pessimist.  The last  thing that she’d meant to do was get into a conversation with the man of the hour, it wasn’t her fault he was wandering the same way. She didn’t particularly like him, his actions with Noah a little extreme but here she was. A sigh and a grimace – smile forced on her features and she opened her mouth to speak.

“Uh, my office is this way, so y’know.. just walking. But, I mean.. I don’t think I’d be wasting your time, since.. you’re the boss and all.”

Despite Antonia being a staff member under his ‘watchful eyes’, Robert had no real idea as to the length of time that she had taken off too. When was work ever desired? They were both in a building, where they didn’t want to be – dealing with assholes that they didn’t want to deal with. It was typical. Though the big difference between the head doctor and therapist, was that Robert was making a killing; all income coming from those very patients who irritated him. Robert was paid to take care of everybody who walked through those doors but instead of doing that job, he paid a bunch of other useless nobodies to take care of them instead; Antonia Rowland being one of those people. Sure, she was an alcoholic on the mend but she was still a staff member – somebody Robert needed. Without even having to look at her, he could sense her body language from a mile off… She didn’t like him. That was just another person to add to the list.

“Clearly, all of the therapist offices are this way. And you would be surprised how many people still waste my time, despite being the BOSS. Nice trip away? I assume you managed to suppress the cravings and temptations.”

[doctor-robertwright]

samuel-and-adam·:

“Well it’s about god damn time,” Samuel laughed, his arms open, “Robert it’s been too long.”

He could vaguely remember the last time he’d seen the man, standing firm in his ancient glory. He was a force to be reckoned with, his main goal appeared to be striking fear into the hearts of Brielle’s patients.

All Samuel saw was an old man one jumpscare away from a heart attack.

“You know,” Samuel smiled, striding confidently into the immaculate office, “If I could just walk away from a castle full of sickos I’d do it too.”

He fingered the book spines placed carefully on the bookshelf, “How the hell have you been Bobby.”

Fabulous, just what the doctor ordered. The child was BRAVE – Robert could give him that – but stupid, nonetheless. Did he genuinely not fathom the hell that Robert could make his life? Days, weeks trapped in isolation with nothing but a plate of slop for food. Oh, how Doctor Wright wanted to B R E A K him. It would give him no greater satisfaction than to watch the skinny thing wither away behind steeled bars and a peep hole that the security guards used to ensure that those patients were SUFFERING from their reckless behaviour. Eyes narrowed, nose crinkling as he questioned the youngers intentions – leather clad feet carrying him into his extravagant office, which was much bigger than any other along the corridor. Robert was lethal – a deadly weapon that was untouchable and Adam ( or Samuel, so this encounter seemed ) was idiotic enough to not recognise such a thing.

Why was it that his own saunter carried him alongside the head doctor as though he was on a similar level? Samuel was nowhere NEAR the level that Robert was. Hell – Samuel was not even real… He was merely a figment of Adam’s imagination to protect his vulnerable side and unfortunately, the reality of it all was that Adam was continuously vulnerable. Smirking ever so lightly at his ending comments, the frown marks apparent on the old doctor’s forehead became more visible. As irritating as he was, there was something likeable about this TWISTED personality that took over.

“I have been swell – on vacation actually with my wife. There are much classier places than Brielle. Take the French Alps as an example… No wonder I have come back tan-less. Why are you so concerned about myself? Shouldn’t I be asking you, how the ‘hell’ you have been or is that a conversation I should be having with your therapist?”

[doctor-robertwright]

elijahwhispers·:

He wasn’t expecting rude. He wasn’t expecting harsh. Elijah had just wanted help. He’d come to Brielle without so much as a how are you doing. He’d had a hard time unpacking, refused to sleep and hoped and hoped he wouldn’t have to room with anyone.

But something was off. There was no welcome, no set meals, no medication times. Just a curfew and a wakeup call.

“I I’m sorry sir,” Elijah stammered, “I’m just trying to figure things out I think I’m lost?”

Behind the man, his mother stood. A quiet apparition.

To tell the truth ( as AWFUL as it sounded ), Robert didn’t really care about the quality of life in Brielle. It wasn’t some five star resort, with a sauna and spa – massages available on hand with room service. It was a hospital; a place where mentally ill people came to get better… They had what they needed – therapists, beds, food. What else could they possibly want? Perhaps, he hadn’t answered the young male in the way he should have but the older man was stressed. Doctor Wright lived a busy life. He ran an entire hospital; hopped in and out of meetings about patients who should be complying with the rules in place but most of all – he was a family man. Believe it or not, Robert actually had a life outside of the hospital with his own family members working in Brielle too… His darling granddaughter Rebecca, an excellent tutor despite not having the qualifications she needed.

As white palms swayed at his hips, barely brushing against the expensive material of his suit trousers – steely blues travelled down to the redhead that was bobbing by his side, thick brows knitted together with a concern lacing over his features.

“Very well. This is a big place and whilst we do not offer a map of the building to each new face that walks through those doors, there are arrows with a list of what you may find by each stairwell. I shall look into finding a bell boy to help those who cannot find their way around, despite its simplicity. See, boy. We are on the ground floor, where the staff offices are.”

A wrinkled finger lifted, pointing to the silver plaques dotted through the archway in which they were walking – those cold hues lifting back up to face the empty corridor before him. It was surprisingly… Quiet. So suspicious, so daunting. The corridors were such a busy place, full of so many faces wanting SOMETHING from the head doctor but all he was gifted with was a stammering boy, just a shell of most of the other characters within this hospital.

[doctor-robertwright]

Robert had known all along, that with his absence, the foundations of his hospital were going to turn into decay -- a thickening black mould polluting the very walls of what he had accomplished only months ago. Why weren’t leaders allowed breaks? It was only natural to be deserving of time off... It was just so tiring; dealing with brats who broke out into tantrums when things didn’t go their way, refusing to take their medication, acting up just to give his staff members a hard time. Perhaps, Robert didn’t care much for the staff that were here beforehand -- he had no real bond with them after all. The staff members that he had brought here himself from his previous hospital however, that was another story. Having gone from one meeting to the next about some delinquent with intermittent explosive disorder, the elderly doctor patted down his suit -- concrete features hardening over his canvas as he made his way out into the corridor. What a dastardly welcome back, so very incapable of looking after a bunch of kids. With his fisted knuckles swaying on each side of his waist, the doctors thought trail was interrupted by somebody galloping by his side. Fantastic, just what he needed.

“What can I help you with and why are you wasting my time?”

[jeremywithaz]

[whatsup-doc-blog1]

「 Rosie 」 New addition

[doctor-robertwright]

whatsup-doc‌:

Rosie carefully sniffed the older doctor’s hand and after that bumped her little head into his hands. Sebastian himself has been wary of the man since their first meeting over the cold body of one of the patients. He didn’t dislike Robert, he was just cautious, knowing that he has yet to see the whole picture, withholding his judgement until he will knew more.

Doctor Wright has been really generous lately when it came to Sebastian’s requests - taking Charlie out for a day and agreeing to getting a puppy without many questions. Also, assigning him an intern. The dark haired man was now waiting for the other shoe to drop, because somehow he doubted that all of this was just an act of kindness. 

Everything has a price.

And his new boss seemed too intelligent to not cash in on this.

Not that it wasn’t worth it.

“The rescue shelter named her, but I think it fits this little lady perfectly. Besides, there’s so many changes in her life now that adding a completely new name seemed like too much.” he said honestly. 

Like everybody else, Robert had motives. He didn’t necessarily want to bring Sebastian to the dark side but making alliances was something that was IMPORTANT. He needed people on his side – particularly with the two suicides that had unfortunately occurred within the institute. If any of the staff members went out and spoke to the media, then it would be game over… Everything that Robert had worked for would be obliterated within minutes. That and sometimes, he needed a companion for himself too. Doctor Wright had always considered getting a puppy for himself; somebody who could grow OLD with him. Although lately, it seemed as though there was little to no time, to even sit quietly for five minutes, breathe and think. “You’re correct –it suits her wonderfully. Rosie and Ramsey. It has a ring to it.” As his palm glazed over puppy dog ears that flopped down, glossy eyes glaring up towards in in a plea for him to continue, the doctor patted Rosie lightly on the back before bringing himself to a level where his steely hues were in line with the WELCOME that coated the fellow doctors. “Tell me, have you seen Adam Hedlund recently? I was curious, as to whether he had learned any lessons after my threat of throwing him in isolation.”

[doctor-robertwright]

theheathercarpe·:

Cowering at the first sign of terror wasn’t in Heather’s nature. Despite Wright’s menacing demeanor and ability to determine her entire future in the building, she still felt like two could, and would, play at this game. They were going to opponents in this chess game; however, her chance of winning was rather slim. It wasn’t often that she underwent a task against someone of such magnitude but Heather regarded herself highly and glided through the world unscathed. Her willpower matched the strength of porcelain and it would take a lot to make her crack. Aiming for the long haul, Heather swallowed instead of taking a jab at him ignoring his patients. Sighing deeply, she sat up a little straighter in her chair as she stated, “Well, sir, sessions are commonplace so I’m assuming maybe a check-up?”

Thin lips pressed upward, forming a mangled version of a smile – only with the darkness that loomed over his scalp, a thickening rain cloud of thunder ready to come crashing over – the therapist gave a singular head shake as tombstone huges glazed upon the blonde before him. Robert’s tone was gruff; thick but DRY as the rumble of the storm came bellowing from his chest, the squeak of his leather chair stretching backwards as his burly back leaned into the comfort it provided. “Very funny, Miss Carpe – your wit amuses me. But yes, you are correct. I couldn’t help but muse on the reason you were admitted to us in the first place. Alcoholism, cocaine addiction and narcissism. Tell me – how are your withdrawals coming along?” Or more so, lack of. Querying, as he dropped her file as though it was LITTER on the floor; the heavy sound of it’s paper colliding against wood. The collateral damage he had hoped for would be her ego shattered into pieces on the ground, but Robert knew of girls like Heather… It took a while to crumble but he would get there eventually.

[doctor-robertwright]

charlieswann·:

It was kind of a good thing to have the ice cold male sit in front of him. It was not only the icy part, but it was a sort of calmness radiating off him. Charlie might not really like the man, especially with all the horror stories that went around the institute from the other patients. But right now. It seemed that the older male was kind of- okay? The boy could at least tell he was already much better then doctor Holmes. The files he and the others found in the old office were still giving him nightmares. He at least was pretty sure the new head wouldn’t walk into the dark path Doctor Holmes took. “T-That would be amazing actually. I run a lot outside, but when it’s raining or dark I can’t go so extra access to the gym would fix a lot of those issues! Just asking to be sure, does that mean I can also access it after curfew, or am I still bound to my room…” He already knew the answer. But still. Asking couldn’t hurt. Right? 

He started nodding as he heard the man starting about music. It indeed was a place were he fixed a lot of his issues. A bright smile appeared on his face on the mention of a new therapist. It’s not that this session was a big bother or that bad. But a music therapist! “W-Wait Really?! A therapist specialized in music?! That’s amazing. I would love to have some meetings with her. Maybe she can explain why music is helping me this much!” He said almost stumbling over his own words.

Robert was a PROTECTIVE being… Like a lion, he was instinctive – somebody who took care of his own, which was why his watchful eyes had always been placed on Rebecca in comparison to his other grandchildren. It was no secret that she was almost his own little girl, in a way. With her so close to home and working alongside him now, the silver-haired male couldn’t possibly allow the manipulative side that had been apart of his persona to show at all times. In his prior hospital, things had been different and although he still did not have much regard for anything that didn’t benefit him, he still held the ability to compose himself. He could be a respectful gentleman when he needed; starting with the weak links was always the best way to begin.

“Unfortunately, no. In comparison to its strenuous hours, it tends to die town at around ten o’clock. I know it may not seem it but a man of my old age has to include fitness into his busy schedule too… Not that I’ll be racing you on the treadmill anytime soon. As for Dana, I have already put in the transfer. You will no longer be on my therapy list, Mr Swann.”

[doctor-robertwright]

dear--sunshine·:

   Um, obviously not, you bald headed old creep – that was what she wanted to say. However, the man filled the blonde with a certain disdain and FEAR, even. “No, sir,” A timid voice opted for instead, swallowing the distaste it left in her mouth. Something told her that perhaps this session was one that would leave her far different than any of the others. Straightening her back, as if to appear stronger than her thin frame alluded, a cough escaped from her lips. “I haven’t broken any rules.”

It wasn’t untypical for Robert to fill people to the brim with DISCOMFORT. The way his beady eyes landed upon the smallest of prey; making them feel microscopic under the threatening gaze of his steely orbs. A snigger could have ruptured from his stomach as the blonde grew stiff but not showing a blatant fear – more so, an attempt to appear much tougher than she already was. Doctor Wright had been in this game for far too long to not be able to read the FOOLS who had sat before him in that very chair. A sigh rolled its way up his throat, forcing through his nostrils as he merely blinked at her – was Noah Brinrose always this moronic? “For a check up, clearly. That is what us psychiatrists must do around here… I was pondering your suicide attempt – if that does not sound too callous. Have things changed?” It was a trick question. Robert knew that Noah had been abusing her body ( this time through eating habits ), just as much as she had when she had even contemplated taking her own life.

[doctor-robertwright]

brielletutor:

“But isn’t it more appealing to have a lovely lady assist you to the washroom instead of me?” Jared grinned at the retort. Sure Robert was getting on in his years but Jared could bet the old man’s sex drive was all but dead.

The tutor leaned then against the strong wood of his mahogany desk, folding his arms over his burly chest as the doctor spoke. He found himself blinking at the statement that tumbled out of Robert’s mouth so easily. He’d sent Demi to solitary for a bit of graffiti? Jared knew Robert could be harsh sometimes but that level of punishment seemed a little too extreme, but then who was Jared to judge? He wasn’t a psychologist - he had no idea what it took to study minds and get to the root of a well ingrained issue of the brain. Still he couldn’t help but feel remorse for his assistant in that moment and made a mental note to apologize to her on Robert’s behalf - even if the elder doctor had no intent on doing so himself.

Tristan was a patient Jared had yet to meet, but he had heard of him through Brielle’s grape vine, mouths did run quite flippantly in the institute. “I appreciate that - not sure how much of an influence I wold have had on him - I fear I might have received a black eye before the day was out.” He chucked lightly, aware Tristan had some anger issues and the way Jared carried himself, he could see the boy growing tired of his quips and personality very quickly. “Oh thanks.” The tutor took the dig with a grain of salt, Robert was kidding obviously - his social skills weren’t too far gone to realize that. “But Demi…” He began again - unable to keep his thoughts from reaching his mouth. “You really thought solitary confinement was an appropriate punishment for a bit of makeup on the wall?” He arched a brow as his head cocked to the side slightly.

“But of course… Especially when said lovely lady doesn’t even suspect that you are staring at her rear end.” Jared was correct in thinking that Robert was still at it. Whilst his wife had died many years ago in his very own hospital, the head doctor knew that he had to do something to keep himself in line. Robert Wright had to keep himself composed; he had to ensure that on the onside, he looked strong – as tough as nails… And in all honesty, there were very little people that he would reveal himself to – although, he was willing to be more free around Jared. Whilst he had never explicitly told the tutor the history of his wife passing away ( he hadn’t really told ANYBODY ), that didn’t mean he wasn’t honest about other things with Jared.

He had to admit, that his choice of ‘Miss Rivers’ had to be the preferable option for somebody like Jared and not just because by law, he was a pedophile. Every man needed something to LOOK at, especially if they were younger and perkier… And it wasn’t as though the chosen patient was under the age of eighteen. Greys teetered upwards, crashing against the cerulean implanted within Jared’s own pupils as he let out a breath before composing himself… Jared was welcome to CHALLENGE him. Robert loved it when somebody challenged him – but with the tutor being the one to do it, it could have arguably been seen from the perspective of somebody who had grown to care about his assistant, or hopefully, the way that Robert came across.

“A bit of makeup on the wall AND the fact that she hid four or five other patients in the office when Brielle was recovered by the riot officers… She didn’t COMPLY with what the officers were demanding of her. She was lucky to have only gotten away with three days in solitary because if Samantha Barnes hadn’t convinced me, she would have been scrubbing those walls and rearranging the entirety of the office for me… And her makeup would have been confiscated. Perhaps, you should make sure that her menacing days are OVER. How has she been getting on with you?”

[doctor-robertwright]

brielletutor:

The tutors eyes widened slightly as he realized just who the interloper was- Robert. Of course the man had the run of the facility - so if he felt like holding up in Jared’s classroom for the night he could do as he very well pleased. He smiled as the doctor began to speak and as Robert’s voice carried through the still air Jared moved forward, coming within feet of his mentor. “I hope you didn’t forget your life alert in your room - what if you’d fallen and couldn’t get up?” He chuckled lightly, never in a mood not to see the man who was very much like a father to him.

When the elder questioned the tutor about how he was finding his stay Jared felt his heart rate accelerate a little. It had been three weeks since Demi had become his assistant and in that time he had stolen many a glance at her perfectly round ass, perky breasts and intreating thighs. Not to mention the amount of times he’d caught himself staring at her lips.  Once upon a time he’d threatened to come to Robert about the assignment - but things with Demi were much easier to handle now. She was far less handsy and though the sexual tension was defiantly palpable Jared had no reason to ask for a swap - hell he might get burned twice and receive Heather instead. Lord knew that wouldn’t be a step in the right direction. “Fitting in nicely I think. The students are all very receptive - and your choice in assistant has been…helpful.” He was certain Robert would make a comment on this, after all he was the only other being alive who knew about Amanda. He had to have known allocating Demitria Rivers to Jared Jones side was going to spell trouble.

Icicle sapphires fell down to the desk, a chuckle in tow at Jared PITCHING in to the jabs and taunts that he typically experienced from all of the staff he had helping him back in Utah. It was nice to have came from his old hospital, able to carry the staff members he TRUSTED and kept them under his wing. It was like having a group of friends and whilst the existing staff members who worked at Brielle Institute would never quite understand Doctor Wright, he knew that the people like Jared would have his back. As he lifted his head back up towards the tutor, almost in a nod to say ‘TOUCHE’, the silver-haired fox allowed his thin lips to curl upward. “No, that is what I have my care assistant for. She also helps me to the bathroom, you see. An old man like me can’t take care of himself anymore. You were very nearly at the top of my list for a carers position.” It must have been at least 1AM and here Robert was, entertaining pointless conversation – all because neither of them could barely sleep from the terrors that haunted them at night.

Doctor Wright understood that Jared Jones had not had it easy… Being socially inadequate throughout most of his social years had left him hindered and whilst he very much acted thirty three years old, he had missed out on some of the most important years of his life. Going out and meeting friends, experiencing romance – Robert understood his position, more than ANYONE. Which was perhaps, why he was more sympathetic and wanting to be Jared’s mentor. If the tutor HAD been tempted by the assistant that Robert had chosen, he did very well at hiding it – BARELY squirming at Robert’s question. Demetria Rivers wasn’t entirely a trap or a test…

“I was considering putting somebody like Tristan Powell under your assistance. He’s a recovering drug addict whose brother recently transferred here as a therapist… I thought maybe he could have done with a trusted male, let’s say but for your own advantage, I gave you the most organised person I could find. Do you remember the day we arrived? Miss Rivers was residing in the head office – she had scribbled her name in lipstick on the wall, rearranged it to her own liking… She spent three days in solitary confinement for that. And I thought working with YOU would make a good secondary punishment too, if not, then be worse than isolation..”

[whatsup-doc-blog1]

「 Rosie 」 New addition

Sebastian carefully opened the door to the staff room and encouraged the- little bit shy - pup to walk in first “Hey guys! We have a new colleague. Just dropped by to introduce her. Her name’s Rosie.”

[doctor-robertwright]

EVERYBODY thought that Robert was some kind of monster, who had no consideration for the patients around him but if that were the case, why would he allow Sebastian Ramsey to bring in a therapy dog? Why did he restore the gymnasium and the swimming pool? Why did he ensure that once a week, gardeners came by and freshened up the garden? Doctor Wright really wanted to make Brielle a place where people BELONGED and whilst he came across as stern a majority of the time, he knew he had a heart… SOMEWHERE deep down. “Good choice on the name, Doctor Ramsey.” With a coffee in his hand, coming out of the kitchen as all excitement seemed to dissipate from the room, he crouched down to lightly stroke the puppy before him. Her fur was so SOFT, that it was enough to even momentarily melt the gargoyle head of Brielle. Everybody in that office before assignments ad started for the day, must have been shocked - but at least it gave them some feeling that Robert was not the ‘BIG BAD WOLF’ that everybody made him out to be.

[doctor-robertwright]

charlieswann:

Even though the male seemed so cold, it did gave the boy some kind of- some kind of trusted feeling. He wouldn’t have to keep blabbering about feelings and dive deep into his endless sea of over sensitive emotions. The coldness radiating from the male made him feel a certain kind of comfortable. He took a few uncertain steps before sitting down in the chair opposite of the old man, focusing on his hands to only look up every so often. “Not anything in particular to be honest. I feel like things are finally getting a bit better…” It was partially the truth. The boy slept better, wasn’t as afraid of his dreams as he used to, had a handful of good friends in the institute. It was getting better. He was feeling better. Even though there is still a lot of old mental wounds that are screaming to be closed up. “I started running on almost a daily basis and it’s making me think and somehow making me feel better from time to time.” 

Perhaps, the feeling of COMFORT that Charlie was experience had been radiating from a much deeper part of Robert… Nobody saw him for the protective man that he was and instead, only saw the BASTARD who deprived them from happiness. Little did the people of Brielle UNDERSTAND that it was job – it was his LIVELIHOOD and his way of life… Running hospitals was what Robert was good at and nobody could take that away from him. He was organised; he KNEW just what he was doing. But nobody could ever see, how much he cared behind closed doors. “Exercise does seem to generate two kinds of health, doesn’t it? If it may be of any use to you, I could enhance your gym advantages… I could very possibly give you a pass to let you in there late at night or is it the fresh air that makes you enjoy running?” Mental health was quite often associated with physical health – which is why Brielle had facilities such as the gymnasium and swimming pool. Allowing advantages not only gave the patients a sense of freedom, but it made them feel welcome – it made them feel at HOME – which is why Robert tried to enhance all usage of those facilities… “Is there anything else which makes you feel better? I heard you’re quite the musician. We have a new therapist, specialising in music therapy. Her name is Dana Fellows and I fully intend on placing you under her assignments.”

[doctor-robertwright]

"Well, I believe this is long OVERDUE." Leering over the edge of his desk, eyes stone cold as they burned through the patient before him, Doctor Wright clasped his wrinkled fingers together - simply UNIMPRESSED. The girl before him had a long lasting history of issues, all which included their precious little image - which unknown to them, had already been TARNISHED through their actions. What was it with female patients? Robert was certain that they were far MORE difficult than the males... At least you could understand masculine motives. Teenage girls on the other hand; almost UNREADABLE. “Are you aware of why I have brought you in for a session today?”

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