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[May. 22nd, 2009|09:50 pm] |
*has been in rehab for ten days now and is on a minimum maintenance dose of a sedative (with some suggestion that antidepressants might be the next step)* *hasn't made much progress with Dr Murphy (and does not realise that Dr Murphy is simply biding his time and losing his patience)*
*has endured (oh, and that hurts) a number of awkward, near-silent visits from Ecthelion (when he was too shy to touch him or too sedated to speak)* *closes his fingers around the notes in his back pocket and he has acquired a few more of those, each accompanying some gift, like the latest hardcover edition of a popular spy novel series (one of his guilty pleasures) that arrived on a horrendously wet day (It's not the worst thing to be cooped up inside today. The weather's terrible. - Ecthelion)*
*thus contained (safe from the outside world), mooches around the clinic, staying close to the periphery of every room and every corridor through which he passes* |
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