Thread: RP: The Perfect Drug ( Horror_Show & Dimitri-klyff)

While the girl changed, Damon worked on the papers necessary for her stay. He signed her hospital discharge papers and billed everything under his name. He also talked to some of the nurses who took turns in watching over her and checking on her records to get himself updated with her progress. So far, so good. He wondered what he'll end up encountering throughout this probation period of her in his very own home? Zoey? May I come in now? Damon waited for a few more seconds before welcoming himself inside. The sight was enough to stop him in his tracks. Every single time he steps inside this room, a new Zoey awaits him. The first time, she was still extremely drugged yet beauty still radiated all around her. The second time, she looked a lot better and was in an energetic mood to devour fast food. This third time, her colors were slowly coming back despite still looking pale. The casual clothing she wore looked extremely nice on her like one of those models on fashion blogs. Well umm, Damon cleared his throat. I've fixed the necessary paperwork already and now we're good to go. If you're still feeling weak, we can always get new clothes later on. For now, what we need is to get you out of this place. He assisted the girl out of the bed and allowed her to use his arm to steady herself. On his free arm, he held the small bag her mother left with clothes which would only last her for about three more days, he assumed. Damon assisted her all the way to his car where he allowed her to take the passenger's seat while he placed her back at the back seat. He drove away in silence. The drive only lasted for about ten minutes of pure urban scenery. With Michaels Health Center stationed at the heart of the city and Michaels Rehabilitation Center just a few buildings away, there really wasn't anything highly interesting with the drive. Damon Michaels lived on the 16th floor of one of the most prestigious condominium buildings in the city. He parked the car on the 4th floor where his parking slot was before leading Zoey up to his unit while thinking of a way to break the monotonous air their shared. What else was there to talk about with a beautiful patient if he didn't want to bring up unwanted memories? What else was there to talk about while they walked side by side? He shrugged and dropped the attempt. The last thing he wanted to happen is to get emotionally invested and attached to a beautifully broken patient who was maybe 8-10 years younger than he was. When they got to his 3-bedroom flat, Damon assisted her to what would be her room. It was a guest room of some sort, one which didn't hold much life to it. He apologized for the lack of life it held and hoped it would feel alright with her. You have the freedom to stick up some posters or whatever, if you want. I mean, feel free to uhh... turn this place more into your personality because you'd be staying here for a while, He said, hoping to compensate for his lack of life in his home which he rarely spends a lot of time in. Fortunately, at least, he can keep it clean. Zoey's room then was composed of a simple queen-sized bed, a study desk, a night lamp on the side table, and its own closet. The walls were simply cream-colored and the sheets on the bed were light blue. It had two pillows on it, a thin blanket, and a slightly thicker one. There is a bathroom just across the door. Damon points on the door right in front of the room. My room is the one at the end of the hall but I'm only there during the late hours of the night. I am mostly in my study or in the living room. There's wifi, by the way. No need to worry about that. Even a guy like me needs internet in his life. Oh, and there's a TV set in the living room. You can watch there. I have no problem with the noise. Damon looked around and let out a sigh. He wondered how the next month or so will be like with this girl? Please let me know if you need anything else, He said eventually. Today, I will let you rest. We will begin consultation tomorrow. But Zoey, if you feel the need to tell me something about what happened, or anything at all, please just approach me anytime. With that, he smiled at her and let her be in her room to give her time to adjust and to give her her privacy.