Doctor! Doctor! WHO: James Sunderland & Aerith Gainsborough WHAT: James is looking for his doctor. WHEN: After he's let out of Solitary. WHERE: Her Office RATING: TBD
James stared at the door, worried that the person behind it might never wish to speak to him again. How many times had he seen his personal Doctor? He didn't know. Whenever he was there, he wasn't there, or his body was there but his mind was somewhere else and another bit of himself had stepped in to replace ... himself. His life was very complicated.
The tall and lanky man stood outside the door to Doctor Gains... Gains... Doctor G's office, staring down at the base of the door as he wrapped his lips around the fake cigarette he always carried. Perhaps she wasn't in. He wouldn't ever know because he didn't knock, but what did it matter? She couldn't save him. No one could save him. And he would forever spend his days in this place, falling into the darkworld now and again and waking up in places he didn't even know existed with tight jackets around him that he didn't know how to get out of.
He just wanted her to ..."Save me," he whispered under his breath, so quiet that even his breathing was louder than the mumbling. Couldn't someone save him? Anyone at all?