ifeelwounded (ifeelwounded) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-07-24 14:46:00 |
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Alana was being stupid. Too often she played psychiatrist to herself, remarking on her mistakes and bad choices, and there were far more of those than she cared to think about. She second guessed her every decision, and most of the time that was justified. She was a psychiatrist. People depended on her to have it together and make informed and rational decisions. There were lives and minds at stake in her job. She did the right thing by informing the Mayor about Will, although she hesitated and struggled with the decision. He was before Abigail's murder, or so he said, but when they spoke he didn't seem mentally capable of grasping when or how it happened. There were innocent people around, and she could not bet their lives on her certainty that underneath it all Will Graham was a good man. A sick man, but a good one. It was stupid to meet a murderer at a bar, but it was Will. She was making an emotional choice, and the consequences would be owned by her later. If she convinced him to turn himself in until they got him help, that was the best case scenario. There was a psychiatrist in town with access to medication, and she wanted them to get another brain scan. She had to find a way to help him. The Rabbit Hole, what an apt name for the situation she was walking into. Alana picked a public place on purpose, to make certain there were people around if it went sour, and also because Jesus Christ she needed a drink. Or a few. None of Hannibal's classy wine. She couldn't very well get drunk when she was about to set a trap for Will, but she couldn't be completely sober at the same time. She ordered a whiskey sour and took a seat at a table. It was out of the way so they could talk without anyone overhearing, but close enough she could easily ask for help or run if necessary. It was horrifying to know she might have to run from Will. What the hell happened to them? She pulled dark hair completely up into a high pony tail, not wanting to bother with it being all over the place at the moment. This little town reminded her of the quieter area she lived in, and that should be reassuring, but surprise surprise, it wasn't. Alana was trapped by magic in a random Maine town with her possibly psychotic not-a-boyfriend. She'd have to make this drink last or she'd drown herself in a bottle. |