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@dr-maggie-brooks
Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.
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Taking the other doctor's hand in her own for a friendly shake, she gave the brunette a small smile. She looked worn out and tired, unfortunately. Unfortunately, she could say that she'd also been there. A thousand times. But with lunatics and people who were trying to slit your throat with every chance they had. Either way, being a psychiatrist was difficult, on any end. How ironic. She was a psychiatrist seeking help from another psychiatrist.
"Okay, and it's also a pleasure to meet you as well," the words came out accented, as did every word that she spoke.
Taking off her tan coat, she held it in the crook of her arm, her heart fluttering from a sense of nervousness. She'd never seen another psychiatrist before, especially about her own problems, but she knew her life would plummet from then on and out if she couldn't and wouldn't seek any form of help. Doctor Maggie Brooks was the step in the right direction.
The sense of calmness in the office almost made her want to reconsider the people that she took care of. Basic people, average people, versus the criminally insane. The differences were drastic, all relying on what kind of a doctor you were by the end of the day.
Her dark eyes flickered over to note another room and several more, guessing that was where they'd most likely be. Penelope normally would've strided confidently in the direction of one of the therapeutic rooms, but she had to remind herself that this wasn't her facility.
Dark eyes flickered back to the doctor with a small smile, feeling a sense of trust in her. It took a lot to open up a small office for those who needed it, as she had done her research and found Maggie Brooks to be one of the most effective doctors in the area. A lot of things were going to be achieved today.
Meeting her eyes she smiles at the other woman's words of greeting, studying her all the wile. It's not hard to see the nervousness coming from Penelope, and she wouldn't blame her for that. Honestly she was surprised that she would even come to her, or any other doctor for that matter. She wouldn't be able to do it, open up like that. That was a small part of the reason she became a doctor in the first place, so she would be able avoid offices much like her own.
Across from her desk sat a set of matching white leather chairs, and a small table separating them, along with a couch adjacent to them, separated by a small dark wood coffee table. The whole room was done in reds, whites, and dark browns. She found it comforting, considering the offices she'd been placed in before were out of her control. The most resent being at Lavender Town institute where she'd seen some of the worst patients.
“Please, take a seat, wherever you would like.” She says moving fluidly around the office to get her recorder, and book to jot things down in, “Would you like a water?” She asks opening a small fridge by her desk.
Once she settles into her chair she loses the smile a bit. “How about you start wherever you want. Tell me why you decided to come? Whichever you like.
{// I'll be on a little later guys. Long busy day}
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Open for Business || Maggie & Penelope
Penelope had a few issues to attend to. Not all of them were vital, of course, but a portion of them were rather unhealthy. Being a doctor of her stature, she was more than used to diagnosing the obvious and the people whom really needed it, but now it was her turn. Her turn to do her share. She knew that something wasn’t right with her, but she was in what was called as, the denial stage.
Being only twenty-five years old, she happened to have the world on her shoulders. A million thoughts and new events clouded her way of thinking, causing her to sign up to see another doctor to begin with. With the new man in her life, she realized she needed to atleast be stable, if she ever wanted to have a baby. A recent attempt on murdering another, yielded to her realizing that she was sick.
Making her way into the lovely office, she shut the door behind her, the sunlight shining through the windows and on her as well. The sun hit her thick, long, and waved dark hair as she wore a tan coat around her frame, dark jeans to go along with it.
Aside from the looks and the obvious beauty of the woman, her dark eyes gave way to her fragility, red encircling around the rims of them. Her tan cheekbones were softly pink, also confirming that she’d recently cried.
Her figure shifted as her hands pulled out of her pockets from the chilled air outside to give a soft smile towards the brunette woman not too far away from her. With the way she was dressed, she could tell that she was the doctor around here. The doctor she’d scheduled to see.
Walking forward, she extended a hand and spoke, “Hi, I’m Dr. Penelope Young. I’m supposed to be seen around now. And I assume you’re Dr. Maggie Brooks…?” Her Spanish accented words flowed heavily, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her distraught lips.
Maggie, in all her efforts hadn't been able to keep her mind settled on one thing for very long all morning, and as the day drug on her appointments came and went she realized just how hard this last move had been on her. Rubbing her face she closes the file that was abnormally large for a first session and tucked it away in a cabinet until she would need to study it further. Her appointment book showed that she had one patient left for the day and to her surprise their was a doctor title heading the name. It had been a long time since she'd had the experience of studying another doctor, and to be honest she wasn't really looking forward to it.
Looking around the office - from what she could see form her open door- she notes the change in the main room, the afternoon sun shone in casting a warm glow over the office and she found it comforting. The door opens and she stands from her desk, pushing away from it completely and crossing the room she comes to a stop in the door way and leans on the frame. The person crosses the room to where she is and the woman was stunning. A smile falls over her lips and she nods. "That I am." Holding out her hand she continues. "It's nice to meet you, and yes you have an appointment right about now."
Turning she steps inside the door way, holding her arm out. "Please, come in, and we'll get started."
Open for Business
[Maggie stands outside her new office, a quiet little shop she'd had converted into a psychiatrist's office over the past few months, and opens the door, flipping the open sign for the first time. Already she had a few appointments lined up, but she was hoping for a few more]
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~ Relationships ~
Liam Brooks -
Liam is Maggie's son, and is the only thing she has a very hard time thinking about. Just before his 5th birthday he was taken from a department store where he'd been playing in an isle as she went to pay for a teddy bear for him, by the time she'd gotten back there was only the scattered toy trucks he'd been playing with and no sign of Liam anywhere. The next few hours had been the longest of her life, and before she knew it the men and women that had looked and searched so hard for her son had to give up and attend to more pressing cases. The hours had stretched in to months, and the months were now doing much the same. He'd been missing now for over a year, and would be 6 now, but she hasn't given up, though she does try to make herself realize that he in most probability would be gone, but she cant. 6 months ago she'd hired a private detective to start looking into the case, looking where the police hadn't been able to, and once in a while he will come with news that gives her hope. Nothing has given her more hope though, than the story of one of her patients before she'd left England to return to her home she'd shared with Liam. The girl had been abducted, and held captive for six years. As horrible as that truth was, and even though she would hate to have her son be alive if it meant he was locked away some where, losing the only thing a child possessed, she still wished he was alive some where.
She's still holding out that he will come home to her, and still has the bear she'd bought the day of his disappearance, waiting to give it to him
He will be coming home
Cyra Farrell
Work in progress
Isolation l l Maggie & Noah
Noah opened his eyes and blinked a few times as they adjusted to the bright florescent lighting, allowing him to see that his was in isolation yet again. A small look of confusion appeared on his pale face and he sat up a little straighter, still not feeling like his body was his own. Only a moment passed before panic began to flood his body. What happened? The last thing he could recall was.. -No. The teen looked around quickly as his heart began to pounding his chest. The last thing he remembered was talking to Sammy. What if he had hurt her..or worse? The thought brought tears to his eyes. He couldn’t handle knowing that another person had died because of him. -Hell, he couldn’t handle the guilt he already felt for the murders that he had already committed. The boy buried his face in his hands, and rested his thin arms on his knees, lost in thought until he heard the door open and someone walk inside.
Maggie checks her watch and realizes just how early it was, her eyes showed the fatigue she was fighting so hard to ignore and she pushes herself out of the chair at her desk. It had been a long night, most of which had been spent talking with Samantha about what had happened. Now she had to go check on Noah - he should be waking up just about now. There would have been no point in seeing the boy before then, the sedatives they'd given him would keep him out all night. Closing her door she locks it, making sure with a quick turn of the know, then makes her way to the isolation wing. There were only a few patients of hers in there, but that wasn't enough for her to be used to the halls yet. Screams came from some rooms as she passed, and mere whimpers from others. Where others might feel uncomfortable she found no fear or anything of the sort. They were just people, and nothing to be afraid, of. "Noah." she starts as she enters the room. "How are you feeling?"
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Maggie & Samantha | | Bad encounters and worse memories.
She smiled slightly, easing into the chair with caution. Her knees hurt pretty bad, and had third degree rug burn— if that was even possible. She was too bony for her own good, and bruised easily. She took the water in her hands before twisting the cap off and taking small sips. “Everyone is asleep, so I figured I’d wonder around for a bit. Then I saw your lights on and I decided I should probably talk to someone." she said softly, her voice still a bit cracked from earlier.
She took a deep breath, before glancing at the doctor. “So.. Um.. Did the nurses tell you anything yet? —I was kind of.. Attacked earlier.." I guess I’m still a bit shaken up about it. I’m not hurt too bad though, just a few bruises." she paused, looking down at the ground. “I just needed someone to talk to."
It's not hard to tell that she's sore from the way that she's moving, and Maggie wants to ask if she needs anything for the pain, but remembers that she's not her patient, and she can't. Sighing she tucks her feet up into the chair after kicking her shoes off. Screw looking professional at this time of night - or morning, she wasn't sure which it classified as right then. "That's what I am here for. Any time you need to talk, even if you're not assigned to me."
Nodding she smiles a bit. "Yes, I was informed of the incident. Noah is my patient so I was told right away." She knew which of his alters it was, but calling Gavin by name might just upset her so she opts for Noah, instead. She shakes her head. "I'm sorry that happened to you." She takes a breath, holding her eyes. "How much do you know about why Noah is here?"
Maggie & Samantha | | Bad encounters and worse memories.
Samantha couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking about Noah, if Gavin was still in there or if he was back and wondering around confused. The doctors probably told him he attacked her by now.. Who know’s what they said. A part of her wanting to talk to him, but the other part being terrified of Gavin. She didn’t know what she would do if she saw Noah, she knew he couldn’t help it.
She had wondered around aimlessly for awhile, thinking about stepping into Doctor Anthony’s office, but deciding he was probably asleep and not wanting to wake him again. She tip toed around a few other places, trying to figure out what she wanted to do, when she saw a light on. It was Doctor Maggie’s office. She smiled a bit, before entering the doorway, knocking on the side of the wall before stepping in. She hadn’t realized how dark her bruises had become, mostly from falling to the ground. She pulled her sleeve down slightly, tugging at the ends. “I— um.. Couldn’t sleep.." she said, glancing around the room.
For some reason to day had seemed longer than all the last here and for the life of her she couldn't think of a reason why that could be, Pinching the bridge of her nose, Maggie lets out a sigh and closes the file on her desk. There were so many new patients and she was having a hard time getting to know them. Then there was Cyra, something she was forcing herself not to think about.
A knock comes and despite the long day it's a welcomed distraction. Looking up she offers the girl a tired smile. "That makes two of us." She greets before nodding to the arm chairs across the room. "Get comfortable, and I'll get you some water." She says pushing away from the desk easily and reaching for the small fridge disguised as a stand, and pulls out a bottle of water. A moment later she's lowering herself into the closet chair.
[private] I miss my dog.
Really?
I got him for you, and... I can't keep him from you again.
[private] I miss my dog.
Are you going to let me see him?
[private] I miss my dog.
He's not too far away.
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*Walking around the halls*
-shrugs- The nurse made me take it. Said I look too thin..
*Looks down at him- You're small, but not too thin that I can see. -she shrugs- but I suppose the nurses have better eyes for that than I. -she pauses- Making any friends yet?
*Walking around the halls*
I-I don’t believe I have meet you yet… I-I’m Toby, Toby Tooke.
No, you haven't. I'm Dr. Brooks. It's nice to meet you.
