Words to numb the pain

You may address me as Dr. Grove. If you're lucky, you may call me Samson, though don't get your hopes up. I am the head therapist of this asylum and I will listen if you need help, but don't test me. Enjoy your stay.

[itsevanwolfe]

“i don’t have ten dollars. I don’t have a lot, really. But I do have a really big want for pizza right now.”

[grove-samson]

“Then you can’t have pizza, I’m afraid. Unless you’re willing to do something else to earn it.”

[itsevanwolfe]

“Oh, pizza! Care to share?” He stood still in the doorframe, the smel of pizza leading him there.

[grove-samson]

“If you’ve got a spare ten dollars laying around, then sure. This stuff isn’t cheap you know.” He explained, gracefully shrugging his shoulders.

[grove-samson]

“Boom clap, straight to my heart, this pizza’s tasty, nom nom nom nom nom nom.” He sung, swinging his hips slightly as a slice of pizza hang idly from his fingers.

[hello-jess-matthews]

“I got some cake from the cafeteria ladies!”

[grove-samson]

“And to think I had specifically banned patient’s from such luxuries.”

[serenators-blog]

“So I just see you whenever I want? There isn’t like a set date or time? That seems a little ineffective.”

[grove-samson]

“No, you have to see me at least once a week, twice if I think we’re not making enough progress. Times and dates are set during our first therapy session in order to work around other patients as well as the appointments held by other members of staff.”

[serenators-blog]

“Sorry, I don’t really know how these hospitals work.”

[grove-samson]

“Well, therapy and visits to the nurse are compulsory if that helps. Every member of staff has read your patient file, or at least looked at the basics. Anything else you’d like to know?”

[grove-samson]

Brought Down || Sara & Samson

[sarabella-romano]

“His lover?” Sara snorted. “Yeah, right. She doesn’t actually love him. She’s just in it for his money. I might’ve been trashing his house, blinded by whatever rage I had, but I saw evidence that she doesn’t love him.” Her eyes rolled again and she continued to pick at the cuffs. “Then, can you at least loosen them? They’re digging into my wrists.”

[grove-samson]

“Do I have to repeat myself on the idea of not caring? You sign up for a job for the money, you can fall in love with the job but still be in it for the money. Not everything is about you, and it doesn’t give you the right to fuck things up because something doesn’t suit you.” He stated, running his hand through his hair as he sighed. “That’s none of my concern. Your father is digging in to my pockets, I don’t care about your wrists.”

[grove-samson]

Brought Down || Sara & Samson

[sarabella-romano]

“So I’ve heard.” Sara rolled her eyes and sat back in the chair. “At least I got that anger out. Now it’s just the frustrated phase.” The cuffs around her wrist were starting to dig into her skin and she picked at them. “Can we please take these off? Two guys against an anorexic girl? What am I going to do, bite you?”

[grove-samson]

“It still doesn’t excuse that you escaped the Asylum and aimed to severely hurt your father and his lover. I don’t care if your emotions dictated that it was the right course of action, I don’t care that you feel relieved. What I do care about is that your safety, as well as someone else’s was jeopardized because you couldn’t handle something as mediocre as a remarriage.” He explained, an annoyed edge clearly found in his slightly raised voice. “No, you’re keeping them on as punishment until I can sort out the mess that you made.”

[serenators-blog]

She shook her hand and gave him a small smile. “Yea, how did you know?”

[grove-samson]

“You’d be surprised to find out that patient files usually contain a picture of said patient.” He explained, nodding his head slowly.

[serenators-blog]

“Well it’s nice to meet you Doctor.” She smiled and held her hand out.

[grove-samson]

“And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss... Tors, I presume?” He questioned, firmly taking her hand within his own before lightly shaking it.

[serenators-blog]

She glanced at the card and then back at him laughing at herself. “Um yea, I guess that is you then.” 

[grove-samson]

He shrugged, placing the card upon its usual spot once more. “I suppose so, unless I’ve been living under a false identity for twenty-nine years.”

[serenators-blog]

“Umm I’ll tell you give me a second.” She pulled her slip out of her pocket, “Dr.Grove.” she read off the paper.

[grove-samson]

He sighed, looking down before taking off the ID card that sat upon his suit, showing it to you. “This Dr. Grove?”

[serenators-blog]

“Nothing in particular, no. Maybe where I can find my therapist.”

[grove-samson]

“And what did your information slip tell you about your therapist? A name of said therapist would be nice.”

[serenators-blog]

“Well could you help me? Please?”

[grove-samson]

“Fine, since I clearly have nothing better to do. Anything you’d like to see first?”

[serenators-blog]

“Can someone please show me around?”

[grove-samson]

“Well now that depends on where you’d like to go. I’m a busy person, you see.”

[radleyinstitute-confess]

Face-to-Face || Samson & Richard

[radleyinstitute-confess]

The voice came from beyond the door and Richard took the handle, pushing it open. He stepped inside, staring at the man sitting at his desk and analyzing him. Around him on the desk were stacks upon stacks of papers, revealing that he was obviously a very busy man. Richard closed the heavy door behind him, standing at attention for a moment with a brief nod, “Sir.”

Richard couldn’t help but to be nervous. He wanted nothing more than to see this illness leave him so he could carry on and have a normal life. He’d paid the cost for protecting this country and felt a growing bitterness that his struggles were prolonged. This man that sat before him was in charge of his fate - whether he was able to get better or to stay here longer than intended. 

“May I take a seat?” he asked, voice low and baritone. He gestured to one of the chairs in front of Samson’s desk, taking a step closer to it, but waiting for the okay to sit. As trained, Richard followed orders.

[grove-samson]

Eyes were locked upon the figure that stood beside the door, the light that shone fromt he overhanging lamp hit his face perfectly, showing the strain and scars that war had brought. Of course, his demeanor told a tale of loyalty, he had been trained and Samson had expected to see such training shine through personality, and overpowering trait. “At ease, you need not speak like that to me.” He reassured with a bowing of the head, it was rare he was able to converse with people who had served for their contry, and he was practically in awe.

He nodded his head at the question, holding his hand out to motion a seated position. “That you may. Do you need anything? Water? Something to eat?” He questioned, understanding that new patients were often nervous of their first therapy sessions, it was expected. Foreign territory around unknown people often brought anxiety to surface, and it was his job to sooth his patients in to the process.

[serenity-clark-hg-deactivated20]

These were empty promises. The blonde was overly used to being lied to and promised things that weren’t true so why would these ways change now? Getting her hopes up was too dangerous and so Serenity decided not to believe that she would get her cigarettes or new room.

“I already have a cigarette lighter. I just need the actual cigarettes.” Serenity knew it was not a smart choice to admit that to a member of staff but what did she have to lose? “If you.. If it’s too much than don’t bother. I’m starting to get attached to the pool changing room anyway.” What could easily be mistaken as Hope Grove’s biggest attraction was almost always empty and at night the chances of people coming in were even slimmer.

[grove-samson]

He raised his eyebrow at the confession heard, though he chose to dismiss it. He was lenient to his patients anyway, the girl in his presence was no exception to his own personal rule. “I’ll be sure to leave them in your new room. Do you have a specific brand you’re most keen to have?” He questioned, his knowledge that most smokers prefer a particular brand was often sought after, for most people were oblivious to the variety. “It’s no bother. If you’d like, we can go back to my office right now so you can watch me fill out the paperwork for a transfer.”