Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Meghan smirked and crinkled her nose, Yes, well be spending lots of time together Miranda, thats the whole point of me taking on two positions in your team. Youre right, youre not like the other people here youre special, thats why I conferred with Jacquelyn to be allowed to provide extra special care. She didnt seem to realize just how laced her words were with potential innuendo and unseen implications Miranda could easily turn them around on her but with any luck she wouldnt, with any luck, Meghan was right with any luck her nave approach was spot on and her nave impressions were just that Miranda needed a more sugar sweet approach than shed gotten with the others. The fact was Meghan knew all sorts of directions to take and she knew the game but shed never call it that, it wasnt a game, peoples lives were at stake, their mental health, shed spent years not just this little fifteen minute exchange, entire years navigating the mine field that was Parker Fritz Ceghan. Shed done sugar sweet with her, shed been the victim, shed been the imposition of maternal guilt and all else, everything in between. Maybe that was why she was so well at rebounding and rolling with the blows, her first and only true love was a chronic, manic, degenerative and death-bed junkie there werent many people out there who were more scattered than her and the only way you could stand beside someone as vibrant and alive, even near death as Fritz was if you could roll with the punches of her poetry in motion. Learn to take the good with the bad and the bad with the good, cherish the moments that were bright, remember them in the dark, send the flowers before the funeral. Id call that progress, she responded to the comment about medication with a little dopey smile and a shrug. It was like she was taking a break, a breath, relaxing before the race started again the bosss new play thing rolled over her shoulder and down her back like it hadnt even come, like she didnt even hear it, she didnt even need to shrug it off. She actually chuckled, when Marisa told her there would be no schedule, nodding at the reality she was the doctor and ultimately it was up to her how it went. The way she bit her lip was supremely cute entirely adorable, for a brief second she wasnt a doctor in an office with her patient she was a 26 year old girl talking to a 26 year old girl, maybe in the campus pub or a caf all by that little gesture, a bite of the lip. Then Meghan shook her head and blinked, Oh, Bzzzrpt, bzzzzrpt Ahm, Id prefer a schedule commute is an hour and a half for me and Im not your friend heh, Im your doctor. But, for the first week or two we can compromise. Tomorrow we have a jog and a match. I gotta get this, excuse me sorry. Meghan leaned passed her chair and curled her body slightly, not looking much like a doctor as her butt popped out and filled those tight jeans so shapely she looked her age, maybe younger pinning her arm against the seat and reaching for her phone rather than standing up and discretely answering from the other side of the desk. Oh ahm, Hello Dr. Lipinski right, Jacquelyn. yes no Uhm Pleasantly surprised - progress. I well no, Jacquelyn Im in a session I cant speak right now, really. yes Im fine. -Y-yeah as she spoke one of her hands reached back and tucked a bang behind her ear, following it down her back and curling a lock around her butt jerking to one side before she uncurled from the seat and looked over her shoulder toward Miranda but never quite reaching her expression turned pensive, maybe it was her who had the mental issues considering how fast she could change her tunes. No. no well have to rain check. yes I understand that Dr. now is not the time. Yes, thank you, good bye Dr. Lipinski. she didn't sound so sugar sweet, even if at the start of the conversation she'd sounded like she'd taste like diabetes. Meghan set down her phone and pursed her lips toward it disapprovingly, right, I apologize Miranda... where were we? turning back toward her to find her place, her posture, the reserve she'd fucking shattered like the prattling moron she could be when it came to matters of the heart and that other probably far more dangerous bundle of lifeblood a foot and change down.