656 (tinga) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-05-17 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | alana bloom, dawn summers |
Who: Alana and Dawn
What: Grief counseling
When: Nowish
Warnings: Angst
Alana had already met with Dawn Summers during several sessions in which the grieving teenager had sat there sullenly with her hands folded neatly in her lap. She hadn't cried but Alana could see the red in her eyes to indicate that she probably was crying, just not in front of her. You never could tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing that nobody knew her. She was impartial, completely unbiased of any opinions regarding Dawn, her friends or her family. She only knew that Dawn's sister had passed away during the fight with the hell god and that she was having trouble coping with the loss.
Grief counseling wasn't Dr. Bloom's specialty, not by a long shot but she liked to think of herself as a pretty well rounded psychiatrist. With the state of the world being what it was, nearly everyone was grieving for someone they had lost. Mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and cousins and friends and lovers were devoured by zombies or even worse became one themselves. This whole world was drenched in grief and because of that she had grown accustomed to filling that role when it was needed. Her interests were mostly with vampires, barring that criminals or other supernatural beings. A whole new market had opened up in the psychology field and even though psychology as a profession was as dead as ninety percent of the world's population, Alana was keeping it alive and well.
This was their fourth session now and Dawn seemed to stubbornly hold her place. That was fine with Alana. She wasn't here to force anyone to talk who didn't want to. Professionally she thought Dawn needed some help but it would ultimately come down to whether Dawn wanted the help or not. If she didn't Alana couldn't force it on her. She could however be patient and understanding and wait and see what path Dawn chose because ultimately it was all Dawn's choice. Alana understood that someone had already taken Dawn's choice by forcing her to come down and sit in Alana's office for an hour every day but Alana couldn't force her to talk. She was just hoping she would eventually.
"I know you don't want to be here, Dawn," she finally said eventually. "But just so you know anything you say here, and I do mean anything is confidential just between us." She had already told Dawn that before and told her every time and all she ever received in return was stony silence. She understood the frustration of Dawn's friends but they had to be patient with her in the same way that Alana was. Easier said than done when Alana had absolutely no emotional connection to the girl.