Thread: Therapy of the Mind (Closed for Crystalia)

Getting the paperwork and logistics figured out had been much easier to do than what Charlie had been dreading. Each of their parents had taken the few days they could spare off, never at the same time, and often a half-day as each had meetings or appointments they simply could not miss. Dr. Lasker had agreed to have a more experienced therapist check in on Kari once a day and measure her progress. He had also agreed that Charlie could be the primary care-giver thanks to his previous training and the aptitude he had shown during the internship process. In fact the only bug that had popped up was right now, just as they were about to move Kari, when the doctor had reminded Charlie to bathe Kari in the presence of his mother. A rather bright blush had popped on his face, but it did not change the expression of professionalism on his face either, that had not been something he had thought about. Because he had not thought about it, he assumed he would be able to handle that just fine, but their mother was a bit worried about the propriety of the whole situation. The doctor, however, convinced her with a simple shrug, Charlie will be doing the same thing with other patients just as often, it's part of the deal, I'm sure there won't be an issue. In fact, to be quite honest, because they are brother and sister it makes it even more unlikely that anything would occur. But if you really are worried your insurance will certainly cover a nurse to help with the housekeeping and bathing. Charlie nodded, It would not add a whole lot to the cost, but it will probably take a few days to set up. I can handle it until then unless you or Kari have a problem with it? His mother shook her head. Charlie turned to where Kari was waiting on the bed. Walking over he leaned over and placed a pair of cheap, but rather darkly shaded sunglasses over Kari's eyes. Smiling into them he spoke softly, You are gonna want those Karebear. It's pretty bright outside unfortunately, but we'll get you home nice and quick... Now, I've got a quick question for you, if you are up to it. We were talking, and it's a little embarrassing, but you're going to need some help getting dressed, and bathed while you're getting better. If you don't mind, I can do it. Or we could get a friend until we get a nurse to do it full-time. It's totally up to you, no pressure either way. Take your time, and in the meantime we will get you home. Bending over Charlie gently lifted on Kari's shoulders to help her into the wheelchair. Charlie's apartment had already been prepped for Kari's arrival. Already rather clean by single-guy-apartment standards they had gotten rid of any and all tripping hazards, placed a medical bed in the spare bedroom and attached a two way pager system between her room, Charlie's, and the kitchen. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all only separated by large islands and a cutout in one wall. A hallway led off from one side to the bathroom before heading further to the other two bedrooms, each of which had it's own bathroom and closet. Only the master bedroom contained a full bath however, the spare bedroom only had a shower stall, but rather than moving all of Charlie's stuff into the spare bedroom he figured it would simply be easier to move Kari to the bathroom whenever that needed to be done. All of the shades were drawn, and thankfully he had only recently upgraded all of the overhead lighting and now it could all be dimmed by the flick of a switch which it would be upon their arrival. The fridge and cupboard's were all stocked with mostly healthy food, and his EMT bag was half-way empty, most of the medical equipment was spread carefully on the desk in the spare room, anything that Charlie thought he might need if something went bad.