Bella Donna Boudreaux is a cheerful assassin (petitmort) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-20 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, magius |
Where is your home?
Who: Belle Boudreaux and Magius
Where: Irvine General
What: exit interview
When: late afternoon 9/20
Warnings/Rating: pg-13 for language
Status complete
After everyone else had left, Magius started into the room. He was determined to conduct this interview correctly.So it would be alone, between him and her.
Magius smiled as he stepped into the room, peering in at the woman. “Hello, Miss Boudreaux. I’m Doctor Magius, and I’m here to give you your exit interview.” He smiled as he stiffly moved to the chair next to her bed, using the staff of Magius as a prop. He sat down and let go of the staff, which stayed perfectly upright, though, if one paid attention to it, they might note that it sort of leaned in Belle’s direction a touch, as if examining her. But that was just silly, now, wasn’t it?
Magius finished reading her chart and nodded, looking up to meet her eyes. “Now, how are you feeling?”
“Pissed off, mostly.” Belle admitted. “Sad for Wolfwood. Confused. Scared. Even more pissed off.”
“Well, here is how it works. You will be released in a few minutes and the cab waiting downstairs will take you anywhere in a hundred mile radius you desire to go.” Magius nodded. “And you get to decide, not anyone else. I’m sorry for your predicament, and I wish I could make it easier. “
“Is home within a hundred miles’a here?” Belle asked. Her father would know what to do. He’d help her, she was sure.
“Where is your home? I do not know it. If it is, I will make sure you get there.” He nodded to her, holding his hand out to her.
“You have my word.”
Belle rattled off the name of the trailer park she lived in, then the part of town, then looked anxious and tentatively added ‘new orleans’ at the end.
Magius nodded, then sighed. “I fear that is a rather long way from here. We are in California, some 3000 miles from New Orleans.” He canted his head. “What is your last memory of home?”
Belle pursed her lips together. “Don’t have many. I remember things I was told, but only a little. There was a picnic. Before that I met a man when I tried t’ rob his house.” She frowned.
“You know now that you are older than you recall being, yes? Do you feel ready to go out of here, and to explore the world?” His voice was gentle and kind, that of a man who had been a family doctor for years.
“I know. I remember-” She blushed and giggled once. “First thing I remembered was somet’in’ very adult. I wanna leave. I don’t like it here, and I know Mr. Wolfwood is sad, so being home will make him feel better, right?”
“It probably will, some, though he might be sad for you, too. Are you going home with him?” Magius did his best to watch out for his patients.
“I. . . don’t know? He said I live with someone named Vanille, so maybe I’ll be with her?” She frowned. That was a good question.
“Well, It’s your choice. We can release you and help you contact whoever you wish to go home with.” Magius smiled a warm smile as he rose and extended a hand to her. “We can go find the duty nurse and have her make a call or two if you like?”
She pursed her lips together. “Mr. Wolfwood’s been taking good care of me, an’ the old man says he’s trustworthy, so can I go home with him? I don’t know anyone else.” She sighed, fidgeting as she became frustrated again.
“Of course.” He nodded, and then led the way out to a wheelchair. “I know you don’t need it, but it’s hospital policy, so if you will hop in?” he grinned.
Belle frowned. “Why?”
“Because here, you are a patient, and we take you to the doors, and release you, where you once more become someone who walks tall and is well, and considered well. The ride is ceremonial as much as anything else, for it represents your change from someone who needs care to someone who does not.”
Magius nodded.
That at least made a little sense. Kind of. Belle sighed and sat down, her arms crossed over her chest. “Okay. But we gotta find Mr. Wolfwood first.”
“He should be at the nurse’s station, waiting, as most do, for the end of the exit interview.” He pushed the chair gently toward the station, setting out to find this Mister Wolfwood.