Medication || Jacob Wick & Genevieve Longing
Jacob glanced at the clock as he finished putting paperwork away, aware that Genevieve was to visit him today. He hoped she would actually stick to her appointment, as he had had patients conveniently forget that they were to see him. He couldn't really blame them, though. It was their own passive aggressive way of fighting the system, one that they most likely felt betrayed by. He wished there was some way to make them feel more comfortable with him right away, but he knew things like that took time. And he supposed his formality didn't really help with that, but rather had the opposite affect.
He closed the drawer containing his patient files, satisfied with the click it gave to indicate that it had locked. Next he began straightening up his desk, making sure everything was in its correct place. He considered that perhaps adding personal items to his office would make patients more comfortable. Make him seem less like a robot, as Cicero would put it. But that would require him to have personal items in the first place, and he wasn't really a sentimental person. A knock at his door interrupted him from his thoughts, and he made his way over, opening the door for whoever might have been on the other side.
