Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

He was worried for her. There was little doubt that she was having a hard time remaining on task and on one topic. The inability to maintain focus was something that he had briefly mentioned in passing and he could see that it brought a tightness to her even though she did not have an outburst concerning it. Well, that was something worthy of noting. He listened as she spoke, seeing her uncertainty ease as she came to discuss even a couple of the things that made her smile and he made his mental notations concerning it. It was these little things that might aid them along, these little moments that would provide an opening or two for them to explore her mind. He did not know what the other Doctor's had told her, but he did know that what they were interested in was ensuring nothing but their own backsides were covered. Very few seemed interested in the surety that their patient was integrated back into the world with the skills to keep them from harming themselves and others. That was not the kind of Doctor he was. Reaching out to touch her was perhaps not the proper thing to do, it was hardly ethical and something that anyone in the profession would look down upon. Especially since it was done without a nurse or assistant in the room. You never wanted to breach that contact, never wanted to put yourself in the path of being liable for malpractice. Yet once again he ignored the age old adages and continued down his own preferred path. His hands came out to take her own, seeing the emotional turmoil, and his strong fingers wrapped round her delicate skin and held it in safety and surety. He was laborer, there was nothing rough about those fingers, but even though the skin was smooth the strength of purpose was within those limbs. He was no weakling, no spineless man, and the hands cupped hers with a confidence that was able to provide an anchor in her time of uncertainty. Why he had felt willing to do so was something that bothered him, rarely did he initiate contact at the first meeting but he was self-aware enough to know what had him do it. It was those eyes. Beautiful and compelling, the stormy emotions held behind a gaze that was still wet with her tears. Even though the smile came and was offered, even though she was trying to please him, it was that which made this so painful for him. He had seen many people come through his office but never had he seen someone seem so sad and lonely, so lost and yet so eager to try to make him happy. He gave her a reassuring smile as his fingers smoothed over her palms, giving a gentle sound in the back of his throat as he finally answered her. I can't say yet, I would like you not to be on them. Nothing is going to change for you if you have to stay on medication. Maybe you'll be calm, maybe you'll be placid, but more than likely you'll be just a zombie. So...let's start slow, let's actually start moving you off anything they have you on and we'll go from there. He paused, his voice quiet and considering. You have a hard time on stage, yet...there are ways to act without it, to enjoy your work and the thrill of doing so. Perhaps we can read lines from your favorite play together?