Re: [Friday]
[Jonathan wasn't necessarily looking forward to this meeting, but it was something that had to be done, as it was done with all of the patients at the Quiet Home. Evaluations. Changes in treatment. Nothing worked the same way forever, and adjustments were due.
Misha, however, was a somewhat special case. A special case that was spending only his sleeping hours at the home. Yes, he had permission to work and come and go as he pleased, but such freedom wasn't necessarily healthy for a mind as ill as Misha's was. So the meeting was an important one, but simply another chart to complete for the good doctor.
The young man sat across from him, quiet, silent, chin down against his chest, and Jonathan watched him for a long while. Second ticked by on the obnoxiously loud clock that hung on one wall, counting away the minutes as they passed. When it became extremely clear that Misha was not in any mind to break the silence himself, Jonathan leaned forward, hands clasped in front of him.]
So. Mister Bellamy. How do you feel your treatment here is progressing? [The chart was thumbed through, the sound of paper rifling loud in the otherwise quiet room, pen poised to make notes, scritches of pen against paper.]