Continued from here. // @longdeadblonde
“You’re in it right now. It will be difficult to detach yourself from the weight of these emotions, of this confusion.” He shook his head. “You aren’t a student of astronomy I take it, but our knowledge of the stars is a fascinating field. Herschel originally thought we were in right in the middle of the Milky Way. He was wrong, but he was working with all that was available to him at the time. Interstellar dust, would you believe it?”
Leth wanted desperately to reach out to him. The young man felt too close, and yet miles away. “We’re here to assist you with precisely that, Ruben. Your safety, and everyone else’s, are our greatest priority. Give it time. More will come to you. In your art, as it will too in your recovery.” He doesn’t want our platitudes. Why is he doing this to us? The psychiatrist blinked and cleared his throat. Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, Leth chuckled in that faraway fashion of someone who had only just woken up. “Your sisters are managing as best they can. Naturally, treating mental illness can be a bit of a one-step-forward, two-steps-backward ordeal. But if you were to ask my professional opinion, then yes, I’d speak to their overall improvement.” He gnawed at the edge of his lip, finally adding; “I’ve asked an associate of mine for further insight, but I’ve been debating whether or not I’m the right choice for Carolina’s recovery. Moving forward, that is.” He is not a friend. He is a patient - our patient. Don’t-- “I... imagine you would be averse to the idea of Carolina’s transfer.
Fucking fool.
