Thread: Bringing Him Back {Gypsy and Alan23}

Once the rustling of clothes ceased and his permission came, Delilah returned the paperback and pilfered the third book from the series. The clipboard that accompanied her wherever she went concealed the novel which she held close to her chest before pivoting on her heel. The relieved exhale she evoked was inconspicuous, though the allayed expression on her displayed the comfort she regained once he was dressed. His disarming smile and artful compliment, however, did naught to abate her heated cheeks much to her dismay, resulting to a clearing of her throat and a flippant wave of her hand in hopes of dispelling the Trent Charm his fanatics entitled. Not that kind of exercise, Lilah shook her head briskly, gesturing for him to follow once she crossed the entrance of his room. I'm not your trainer. That's beyond the realm of my abilities. Nor did he need one based from her subconscious observations, for Noel Trent was a fine specimen of the male species, and this was a recognition that had no place in the professionalism she was striving for. I meant exercises of the psychological variety. They're more like games, in truth. Nothing heavy. It's for me to get a better read on you and your progress. The beige wallpapered halls of White Lane stridently contrasted the interesting residents within. From his chamber, in order to reach the courtyard behind the shelter, they would need to pass beyond the recreation room. A white threshold instead of a door allowed an unobstructed view of low-maintenance patients who dwelt within. Stragglers convened about the TV, watching a sports game Delilah couldn't discern, whilst others interacted over a book or a board game and the remaining enjoyed their solitude over an individual activity. You don't have to socialize if you don't wish to, but interaction aside from your doctors and orderlies can help pass the time while you're in here. She walked in front of Noel, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to assure herself that he was following and had no intention of assaulting her from behind in broad daylight. No man is an island, right? Plus, your books are part of the reading materials in there. It's read by some of the patients. Wouldn't you like to hear of what they thought about them? Once they reached the end of the corridor, the heat of the sun greeted her after sliding the glass door open moderated by a refreshing delta breeze that carried the scent of flora, it was as she said it was a particularly pleasant day. It seemed that some of the orderlies had the same idea as the assistant, for their charges were partaking in leisurely activities in the great outdoors. Painting, gardening or simply strolling amid the lush greenery was some of the highlights she hoped Noel would indulge in some day. If there wasn't any progress in divulging what happened to him, then the least she could do was attempt to reintegrate him in society. Delilah strolled down a brick paseo flanked by a diversity of flowers. An indiscernible frown lingered on her face when his anecdote perplexed her. How could a father be so ruthless to their child? Her own had been kind and protective of her that it had led her to an admittedly sheltered upbringing to think that Noel was once in the receiving end of such an abuse inspired pity within her. This incident was automatically listed in her notes. That's cruel of your father, it was a sympathetic statement, a hint of resentment for an unknown figure tinting her voice, and very wrong of him. No one should undergo through that. The events during childhood until early adolescence influences who we are as a person. Punishments like that can be traumatizing. While it made you immune to colds, it's highly unadvisable to your children. Anyway, before I start the exercise, I've been meaning to ask about your dream and why you haven't taken up writing again. Perhaps not a continuation of your series, but just normal writing. There are writing materials in your room but you've never used it. Even though Dr. Walt encouraged you to write a journal, you never took to it.