Who: Faith & Dr. House When: Today Where: Dr. House's office What: Faith's first individual therapy session Rating: Let's start with PG-13 for Faith's language
Faith missed Dr. Chaythe. First off, the woman had been an amazing lover. Second, she had had actually listened to Faith, and seemed to genuinely care about her. Dr. Chaythe had sympathized with her, and had even gotten her a few things from time to time - that hot top that had burned up, for example, and the cigarettes. A part of Faith was actually glad that she had been transferred from the hospital before the fire. It had been an accident, but Faith didn't want anyone to get hurt (except maybe Buffy, but she had already been transferred before it happened). She wondered why no one had talked to her about it yet, and had been constantly on the ready to defend herself if anyone confronted her. From what she could tell, only the doctors knew.
Including this new doctor she was about to see, Faith figured. He'd seemed like a jerk on the bulletin board, and she was less than thrilled to find out that he was actually her doctor. She hadn't done anything since her arrival at Nest Hill to warrant being given white clothes, or being put in solitary (which she was glad of, because she absolutely hated being in the dark by herself, trying to get out), so after the orderly escorted her to the doctor's office, Faith absently ran a hand across the top of her leather plants, then tugged her black tank down a little more. Smirking at the look on the orderly's face, she winked at him, then pushed open the door without knocking and stepped in, chocolate eyes scanning the room to seek out any threats immediately.