@wickedfrominnocence Rae took in the rather lavish accommodation of the facility around her. Whenever she saw places like this she always wondered where the stereotypical dingy rooms and mean staff came from whenever people thought of institutions such as this. She scolded herself. She knew. People feared what they did not understand and as far as anyone knew, the human brain was still a mystery. She left the science of it to professionals and had focused herself more upon therapy. She had specialized in music therapy and had started working with early development patients before moving on to those with special needs. This would be the first time she had engaged in the psychiatric workings of her profession. She spoke to some of her more experienced professors and took notes, read trials, trying to figure out the best approach for her next patient. Regina Mills. She had been contacted through her mentor to look into this case. The patient hadn't seen much change since she entered the facility, remaining firmly in the reality that she had created for herself. There were a myriad of notes and diagnoses but the patient did not want to be helped, it seemed. So the institution decided to try different approaches, among them, music therapy. Rae stopped at the front desk to check in and to meet her new boss who showed her around and fitted her with a badge as well as went over the safety rules with her. She asked some last minute questions and prepared herself for her first session with her patient. She kept the room quiet and let the natural light filter in and took a deep breath, internally telling herself that she would be fine. Fifteen minutes later she heard the door open and smiled at the male attendant. "Hello," she greeted. "Welcome. I'm Rae," she introduced herself to the both of them. The attendant, David, seemed friendly and bright as he helped usher in her patient. "You must be Regina," Rae said softly, making sure to keep a respectful distance. "Would you like to sit down?"
