#lionlamb

(I hope I lie and tell everyone you were a good wife)

I am drowning, there is no sign of land

You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die, I hope we both die

Molly Hooper sometimes wasn’t entirely sure how she got to the places she was in. She had been spending a rather nice life in London as a pathologist, financially comfortable and stable, and while she was still alone in her life, she was at least optimistic. Before she knew it, she had gotten the call that her sister had been diagnosed with a rather malicious and speedy degenerative disease, and that she was going to need someone to take care of her. Two months later, Molly was fully situated at her sister’s house, out of job and wondering how she was going to deal with the failing health of Diana.

A single month after that, Molly had found this job at the asylum, and thankful. The idea of dealing with mentally unstable people made her nervous, but if she could look at corpses on a daily basis, even those of people she knew, then she was somehow sure that she could tackle the mentally unhealthy.

Sitting down at a desk that had clearly been through a decade of use, Molly looked around at the office that had been appointed to her. She hadn’t even had enough time to really put up anything on the walls, though a picture of her cat and her sister together was perched on the corner of her desk, along with a small plaque displaying her title of Nurse within the asylum. Her first patient was about to walk in, and even though Molly had mentally psyched herself up for this, the idea that the person she would be examining had full faculty of his limbs and…whatever else he could find, was unnerving. At least corpses couldn’t fight back.

Her office was on a sunny side of the asylum, at the very least, which made her happy. The walls were also a nice soothing shade of pale blue, with white trim, and her dinged up desk was incredibly solid – which accounted for its extended use. Molly slid her chair up to the desk, opening the file for her first patient. She wasn’t really going to diagnose Sam Winchester at all – Dr. Crowley had already done so, and seeing as he was the professional, she was willing to let it go from there. No, this was simply a ‘get-to-know-the-patient’ session. A way to see how they acted, how they spoke, how they reacted, and line that up with their symptoms and diagnosis. A way to understand what she was going to be dealing with.

I often find I get versions of similar ideas from different artists. Here are three images that all take place in a phone booth. I'll be posting the winner of the contest soon....hang tight!