[right][sub]August 21[sup]st[/sup], 5:00 pm [/sub][/right]
[h3][color=fc3d39][b][i]The Good Doctor's Office[/i][/b][/color][/h3]

"My Oh My," said the grizzled Doctor sitting lazily behind his desk, "aren't you just a sweet... thing. We found you over two weeks ago, do you know that? It's nice to see that you've finally woken up." He leered at Nala like she was a lab rat. She narrowed her eyes, uncertain of how to proceed. The ball in her stomach was an ever present reminder that she was dangerous if she lost control, but she still wanted out of this hell-hole in spite of that fact. For the time being this doctor had all the power, she was confined to a strait jacket that was bolted onto hooks in the floor.

[color=fc3d39]"I didn't know when I got here, sir,"[/color] she said politely, [color=fc3d39]"I appreciate you meeting with me though, Doctor....."[/color] She bowed her head in a gesture of deferral and tried to hide her accent. Most people she'd come across didn't take kindly to anyone they thought was from another country. 

"Don't mention it," the man said blankly, "Doctor Philips by the way. I'm Doctor Philips, and you are?"

[color=fc3d39]"Nala,"[/color] she said, [color=fc3d39]"Nala Aiseir, sir."[/color]

"What's the last thing you remember, Nala Aiseir?" 

[color=fc3d39]"Well,"[/color] she had stayed up most of the night thinking about how to say this without giving away too much, [color=fc3d39]"My family is from New York and we were traveling west to spread the good news of our Lord and Savior Je.."[/color] the pain in her stomach suddenly became very intense and she winced, [color=fc3d39]"...our Lord and Savior to the good people who live out that way. We were going to build a church."[/color] She smiled hopefully.

"A church out west you say," the doctor took a long pause, "do you know where your family is now?"

Nala swallowed, [color=fc3d39]"We were attacked on the trail by wolf-men... men-wolfs... monsters, sir. I don't know if any of my family is still alive."[/color]

The Doctor took his time to reply, he didn't seem to be in any rush to continue. "Werewolves," he said, "the men-wolfs, as you call them, are werewolves, and a there are a great many in this town. Does that bother you?" 

[color=fc3d39]"Well, I mean, if they aren't the same ones who attacked me, I guess, I mean, I wouldn't know would I? But if they're in a city I'd think they were not so wild... right?"[/color]

The Doctor impassively rocked in his chair, inspecting Nala like a puzzle he had to solve. "No," he said finally, "I guess not." He paused, and then leaned forward on his desk, "Did you attack your caravan and kill your parents, Nala?"

Nala blinked in surprise, [color=fc3d39]"What NO! Aye, ya' cunt what ails ya'?! Askin' a question loike that?"[/color] her accent had slipped out and she inwardly kicked herself. [color=fc3d39]"I'm sorry, I mean, I loved my family and I wouldn't, I'm not a violent person."[/color]

"Uh-huh," the doctor said, staring blankly at Nala and not moving a muscle. Nala was starting to feel very uncomfortable when he suddenly came back to life, "Well, Ms. Aiseir, you were found wondering, delirious, covered in blood and severely injured. We thought you maniacal when you arrived in the state you were in, that's why you were brought to us for evaluation and treatment. Do you understand?" Nala nodded. "Now that you are awake and... functioning, I can see that you are of a solid enough mind. The combination of your presentation and story gives evidence of a diagnosis that is supported by current research on the affects traumatic events can have on a person's psyche, so it's not inconceivable that you were experiencing a sort of, fugue state elicited by observing the horrendous murder of your family and companions." He seemed to be talking more to himself than to her. "Did you get all that Darla?" Suddenly a nurse walked from behind Nala carrying a clipboard and and pencil.

"Yes Doctor," she said professionally. 

"Goooood," he langured, "good. Ms. Aiseir," her eyes widened at the mention of her name, "would you like to go home?" The doctor smiled slightly for the first time during the interview.

[color=fc3d39]"...yes, Yes! Absolutely! Please! Though, I don't really have a home to go to."[/color] The words escaped her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. The Doctor nodded as if he had already considered this and was prepared to answer. 

"That is lamentable, but there is a place for you here," he said.

[color=fc3d39]"In.. in the Sanatorium?"[/color] she said mournfully, the thought of being stuck in this awful place made her stomach ache even more. She bent over at the pain, then concentrated on pushing the demon back down lest it take over and she looses whatever chance she had of getting out of this place.

"No," said the Doctor, "we have no use for a young, virile woman such as yourself. Only women of the cloth work here, so as to protect them from the ravages of the inhabitants. No, there is a better place. Darla?" The young nun perked up at her name, "Please send word to Mrs. Adelaide Kane that we have a young woman in need of work and a place to stay." The nun's eyes opened wide in surprise but for only a moment before settling into a sardonic expression. 

"Of course Doctor, as you wish." She said, then she left the room.

[color=fc3d39]"Ade- who?"[/color] Nala said, scrunching her eyebrows questioningly. 

"You will see Ms. Aiseir," Doctor Philips said, leaning back in his chair, "all will be well."


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Nala is being let out to go work at the brothel in Sinner's Den. 
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