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Post by robert on Aug 8, 2011 23:21:59 GMT -5
Robert Derek Webber The asylum was really nice so far. The patients were the same, some being nice, while others were just being mean. Sometimes it wasn't the patient's fault. The reason some were aggressive because they were abused by someone their love, substance abuse and mainly do they are mentally unwell. Robert really wants to help them all. Even though that wasn't impossible. The world would be lot better place if he was able to help everyone. The abuse was wrong, no matter what it was like. Mentally, physically or sexuality, it was just plain sick.
Walking around in the therapy room as he had his first appointment with a patient named Willow. Robert never met her, but reading her file she suffered from PSTD. Now, he knew what that disorder does to you, being the fact he suffers from it himself. Robert is your lucky doctor, pills were rarely given unless it's really needed. Robert's treatment plan was by using music or even art. The doctor had a new hidden talents which no one really know about, slowly seeing it would be another three minutes before the patient comes, he started to play the piano yesterday.
Everyone knows Robert as 'McDreamy' and calls him the most sexy doctor ever. Of course the thirty-five year old was really flattered, but he wouldn't act on anything. Flirting is just a game to him, and until his fear of women is gone, no relationship wouldn't happen any time soon. Taking his lab coat off, he began to play the piano since he was on his own, and unaware anyone would turn up soon.
--------------------------------------- Word Count ---> 277 [rubbish @ starters] Tagged ---> Willow Status ---> Complete Song ---> Who Needs the World - Nick Carter Credits ---> Baylee @ LM
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Willow Joanne Esquire
MEDIUM PROFILE PATIENT
Save me from my Darkness. I want to see the Light.
Posts: 60
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Post by Willow Joanne Esquire on Aug 9, 2011 20:14:51 GMT -5
I Dont' want to go there! I dont' want to go there! Let me go! Willow screamed digging her heels into the floor. Quite a useless move, as her shoes slid right across it, but she was not about stop, in eather case. She didn't want to go anywhere with this nurse. She hated that woamn. She hated Her! The woman gave her pills... pills that made her feel funny. And she stopped taking them. The woman tried dragging her around, being mean to her, rude when teaching. Willow hated that woman. From morning till evening, teh woman did not let her be. Even tried to kick Lily out! Lily hid from her from that point on.
Now, that nurse was dragging her somewhere, teling that she had to go somewhere. No explanation. No indication of where, nor for what. Nothing. Just rude, almost barking commands. Willow didn't like that. She didn't trust her. And Lily couldn't help her right now, else the Nurse would see her, and force her to leave, just like she forced her to leave the otehr day. Willow hated that, but there was only so much she could do to object. Eventualy, the older and bigger woman would overpower her... Sometimes Willow wished she was much bigger, and stronger... perhaps she could get someone to teach her fighting...
LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT TO GO THERE! The young woman screamed digging her nails into the nurse's arms as the nurse pulled heer. DON"T MAKE ME GO THERE!" Willow screamed, as she was dragged out of her room, and pulled through the hallway. SHe fought the best that she could, but still ended up being dragged into the room. THe nurse stopped in front of some door, which Willow did not see, and with a quick knock opened it, ushering the girl inside. Let go of me! Where am I? Tell me now! With all hte fighting and strugling, Willow forgot to count her steps and churns that the nurse took, while dragging her here, causing her to become rather disoriented in space.
She was roughly pushed into the chair, with teh woman's rather ungentle hands resting on her shoulders keeping her there. There was music here,though she did not notice it, in her strugle. Let me go now! You got me where you wanted! Let go of me and tell me where I am! Willow demanded, her voice becoming slightly horse from the screaming. At least the woman didn't sedate her... so...evidently, she needed her fully awake for something. But what? that is teh part that scared Willow the most.
"Sit still and be quiet, Willow. Dr. Webber? Willow Esquire here, for your therapy session. Is there something you need?" The nurse asked sharply, her hands tight on Willow's shoulders, preventing her from getting up. At least the girl now knew where she was... and sorta coudl figure out what was going to happen....Small, but somewhat comforting thought.
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Post by robert on Aug 10, 2011 14:57:00 GMT -5
Robert Derek WebberEVERYONE ISN'T PERFECT IN THIS WORLDWE ALL HAVE SECERTS AND PASTS THAT WE WANT [/size][/font] TO FORGET.______________________________________________________[/center] Robert felt the anxiety of his own problems leave his body as each key from the piano was smoothing his nerves. He needed it too as the session was about to start. His first one to one, with a patient which had the problems like him. Ears were quickly to catch the sighs of the screaming girl. Maybe she was just afraid, and then they were here. As the girl was totally terrified, made Robert feel for her. He scratch his head for a Second, and he left the piano for second. Slowly his heavy footsteps went towards Willow and he bent down to her level.
Listen to me. I am Dr. Webber, but you can call me Robert ok? Now I am your therapist and today you can play the piano, keyboard or draw. It's really up to you.
He was trying to be slow towards her, seeing that his accent can be hard for people to understand sometimes. Looking at the nurse some more, he wanted Willow to feel safe with him. He doesn't agree with the res taints of any kind, so firmly he raise his voice towards the nurse.
You can let her go now. I don't need your help. Also you would have gotten better results if you explained to the patient on where they going and what for. Just get out of my sight
Robert rarely get angry and went to his desk, and pulled out his pill bottle. They were noisy and he took two out, and began to take them for his own condition.
Willow I be doing some typing on the computer ok, go and choose what you want to do. There is a keyboard to your left and the art equipment to your right. Oh you can just tell me
He then began to type on her record on the computer and waited to see what she wanted to. As he allowed her to chose, so she felt safe and secure with him.
________________________________________ Word Count ++++ 336 Tagged ++++ Willow Song ++++ I Can - Blue Credits ++++ Baylee @ LM
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Willow Joanne Esquire
MEDIUM PROFILE PATIENT
Save me from my Darkness. I want to see the Light.
Posts: 60
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Post by Willow Joanne Esquire on Aug 10, 2011 20:07:29 GMT -5
Willow's struggling stopped as soon as she heard a voice near her, other then the one of that stupid woman. It was a miricle that horrid woman even became a nurse! No one should be this mean or cruel! But there she was! Rummors had it, that some doctors were like that too... the head doctor especialy. though... they told her that this doctor was nice. At least, one of the nicer ones. Which, sounded rather pleasant to Willow. Nice doctors would be good... especially, those who wanted to help.
She didn't respond to his first words, only growing calmer even under the nurse's touch. Even if only slightly calmer. She could never be fully calm when that bloody woman was near her. Nothing was good around that woman. Not at all! Yet, her heart rejoiced when teh doctor told the damned woman to shut up and go away. And even more, when the cursed woman, listened.
"Verry well, I would like to warn you how ever, yesterday, Willow had an episode.... a recolection of the trauma... She will not listen to reason. Please inform one of the nurses when you are done, so we can escort her back to her room" The nurse shrugged, before leaving.
Willow, nearly jumped up, screaming in happyness once the woman left. But, she was still rather stressed. Possibly, terrified of the Doctor, and of her location. She hated when they did that... Pick her up, drag her somewehre... quite a terrifying experience, when one has no way of knowing where they are, not being able to see what is there.... She hated that. She hated that soo much. The sound of pills caused her to cringe and cover her mouth. She was not going to take any pills! She would refuse them, and fight them untill they are forced down her throat. Even then she'll try to refuse them...
but... nothing came.... Willow, blinked, confused that the pills were not shoved down her throat... Slowly, she sat up, trying ot relax herself some what.. enough to be able to do something, not just sit there, paralized in th chair. That would not help her, nor the doctor, nor anything else. He tolds her to go left or write.. music or art? Willow could not belive that. She stayed still a while longer. Nothing happened. No one touched her.
Carefully and unsteady Willow got up, trembling and shaking. She moved to the left. Slowly, she began moving forward, inch by inch. Her hands out before her, untill she bumped into the keyboard. Silently, she began to feel the object. Accidently pressing on one of the keyboards. The sudden sound causing her to let out a scream and jump backwards.
That sound... that's... that's the keyboard.... isn't it? Willow asked carefully, as she held her hands clenched together by her chest. What.. what are you doing at the computer? She asked slowly, tilting her head to the side, as she began to slwoly creep to teh keyboard again.
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Post by robert on Aug 11, 2011 16:05:40 GMT -5
Robert Derek WebberEVERYONE ISN'T PERFECT IN THIS WORLDWE ALL HAVE SECERTS AND PASTS THAT WE WANT [/size][/font] TO FORGET.______________________________________________________[/center] He watched the nurse leaving the room, which was good thing as he was in no mood to fight with the nurses. Sighing softly he watched Willow carefully, curious on how she could be that aggressive which the nurse have made her out to be. Still he wouldn't judge her like that. Typing some things on the computer mainly a record on his own therapy session. Unlike his co-workers he would involved the patient as much as possible. Robert wouldn't deal with aggressive patients, his PSTD would hit the roof from the stress, so mainly he deal with low profile - medium profile patients. Hearing Willow speaking to him, he answered really truthfully.
Well Willow I am typing on the computer on what we are going to do today, and how well you respond to the treatment. Since you have chosen what therapy you would like, I now record that and get to teaching you. Also don't worry about the nurse, she isn't going to come back anytime soon, while I am here
He didn't want her to feel threaten or upset, so he walked towards her, making sure she wouldn't get spooked by his pretense. Using his arm he touched her shoulder lightly and quickly tooked it away, so she knew he was there. Slowly he placed his hand on hers, and guided the fingertip to touched the key.
Place your hand on mind, so your fingers know which key to pressed. This would take about two maybe five days to learn. It depends on how quick you are. Don't worry if you don't get straight away, we get there.
Robert kept his voice slow and gently so she knew he meant it. Slowing he pressed the two keys with his first finger and index, so she knew what keys to pressed. He did this couple of time, before moving his hand, and offered her to try herself.
Your turn, just do those two keys, until you can feel and get the rhythm of the keys
________________________________________ Word Count ++++ 345 Tagged ++++ Willow Song ++++ Stray - Wolf Rain Credits ++++ Baylee @ LM
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Willow Joanne Esquire
MEDIUM PROFILE PATIENT
Save me from my Darkness. I want to see the Light.
Posts: 60
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Post by Willow Joanne Esquire on Aug 12, 2011 22:30:24 GMT -5
Willow listened, a bit, noting what he spoke. She could still remember typing, could even type, if someone could simply correct her should she press some keys wrong, and make sure the cursor was in teh right place, else the computer would crash....which, actually happened, when she tried to use it, back when her sight was just lost. It... wasn't pleasant, some loud beeps, and then nothing. Lily later explained that she managed to crash half of the files. Who only knows how. Most likely, by confusing the buttons and ending upt putting some strange commands in. Shame, but they got it all fixed up. Eventually. Perhaps playing the keyboard would be just like the keys on the computer... .after all, how hard could it possibly be?
Lost in her thought, trying to figure out how good she will be with the music, and how the nurse won't come back, she felt a touch upon her hand. Though it quickly whent away, the touch out of nowhere caused Willow to scream slightly, as she backed away, tripping over the chair, though managing to maintain her balance. She didn't like strange touches. Not from people she did not know... especially since those who knew her, would make themself known before aproaching. One thing she hated about the lack of sight. The inability to see thsoe around her, those whom would come close.
Catching her breath, Willow shook her head, stepping back. I'm... sorry.... I get just... a little freaked when... when peopel I don't know touch me... It's.... not comfortable... Willow mumbled, taking a deep breath, to keep herself calm. Lately, she seemed to be thrown out of calm states rather, quickly. Not many could calm her back down at one of her episodes. She had a couple of those since... they.... were not fun. Fatigue, headache, and loss of memory. Not to mention a funny feeling she had... a mix of frustration, paranoia, and who only knows what else... Not fun.
Again, she listened as he explained the keys, but she was rather, hesitant about touching him...but curious about the piano. Ignoring his offer to take his hand, she reached out, feeling for the keys, and pressing two of them. The sound was wrong, causing her to flinch, before she pressed them one at a time, achieving a better result. Two keys can have a rhythum? Willow asked curiously, pressing the keys in an alternating pattern.
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