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Post by Joseph MacMillan on Jan 17, 2017 22:18:23 GMT -5
Smiling at the sound of Sarah mentioning her new daughter to Dana, Joseph coughed a few times - quiet, soft coughs - and politely asked if someone could bring Dana some food and drink. "I'll see to it personally," Sarha replied, motioning for everyone else to leave so that Joseph could talk to his patient.
Sitting back in his chair, Joseph twirled a pencil in his fingers, counting the seconds quietly in his head until he knew they were far enough down the long, long hallway to where he could talk in relative privacy to Dana. "I'm still getting used to actually being in a real, living stronghold," Joseph said, trying to lighten the mood. "You know, its' funny...when I started traveling east from Utah, I almost ended up stopping at this one stronghold in the Rocky Mountains....Lake something, I think the name was," chuckling quietly as he thought about his early travels across the far eastern Wasatch and through the Front Range east. "But," Joseph continued, "this is as nice a place as any I've run into. So, anyway, Dana, were are you from originally? How'd you get from there to here?" It was as good a thing to ask as any; after all, he figured if he was going to be Belle Isle's resident doctor, he might as well start working on getting to know everyone, beginning with the patient in front of him.
Dana watched as everyone left. Everyone except that one guy, the doctor. She watched him carefully. It made her nervous being close to a doctor. Even if he was trying to save her life, she didn't want him to notice things about her, didn't want him to see that her pupils were dialated or that her skin was waxy and pale. She didn't want him to see the sunken in eyes attributed to insomnia and substance abuse and label her as a fuck up lost cause. Dana just turned lightly in her bed and tried to ignore him. And then he spoke.
Joseph: "You know, its' funny...when I started traveling east from Utah, I almost ended up stopping at this one stronghold in the Rocky Mountains....Lake something, I think the name was,"this is as nice a place as any I've run into."
Dana groaned and rolled her eyes while staring at the wall with her back to Joesph. She wasn't trying to be a bitch, but she had a thing about Doctors. Always had. Didn't help that she was trying not to get outted. She had no reason to believe that they were going to care what she did, but she didn't want to be cast back out when she nearly died trying to get here.
Joseph: So, anyway, Dana, were are you from originally? How'd you get from there to here?"
There was something else that was bothering her about the good doctor. Something other than the fact that he was the greatest threat to her drug addiction being discovered. But she couldn't place her finger on it. He wasn't there when she was here the last time. He was new to this place. Fresh fish right off the meat wagon! But there was something bothering her about him. Something that was really tugging at her mind and making her not trust him, at least not completely. Dana rolled back over and actually looked at him when he asked where she was from. His face seemed pallid and genuine. Dana sighed and thought back. She thought back to when the outbreak first started and tried not to think of her sister Sophia. That wound would always be too fresh to talk about, no matter how long she lived.
Dana: I got hit by a car on outbreak day. Two scared shitless fucks who were just running for their lifes, plowed into the side of my Acura. I woke up in the backseat of their car heading to New York. Mike and Emily were their names. They were actually newlyweds. They had got married the day shit went sideways and folks started eating each other! Can you imagine? What a great fucking omen for your relationship. The world gave them the apocalypse as a wedding present. *Dana laughed a bit at the irony.* They really loved each other ya know? They were so devoted to one another, they survived together all the way to New York with me as a stowaway in the backseat. They were going to look for Emily's family in New York and when they got there..... Mike got bit on the neck by Emily's grandmother, she had turned. Emily shot him in the face without even a second's thought..... I've never been back home. Nebraska.
Dana said quietly. No longer looking at Joseph but at the wall in front of her.
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Jan 18, 2017 17:09:12 GMT -5
"Nebraska, huh?" Joseph said, nodding his head. "Been there a few times, mainly to see the Cornhuskers get their asses handed to them by Oklahoma, Utah...Texas," he continued. "Me, I'm originally from Utah, which might explain the dryness in my voice," smiling once more. Inside, though, he was thinking, I'm sitting across from a dopehead and I'm amiably chatting with them like I ain't got a care in the world....time to cut to the chase.
Leaning forward, Joseph rested his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees, and looked straight at Dana. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way...as your doctor, I need an honest answer to the following, Dana: one, how long have you have hopped up on pain meds?...two, what pain meds are you currently hopped up on? and three, where's your supply at right now?" Before Dana could reply, Joseph added, "Don't look at the door; your answers go no further than me, okay? Doctor-patient privilege, understood? But I need answers to those questions, okay?" The look on Joseph's face could've been borrowed from that of his Mormon forebears: taciturn, honest, forthright...but it was also a look that said, Work with me on this and I'll help you get clean, no questions asked.
Dana was stunned when he came out and asked her what she was taking. Dana's head moved for the door. Looking not only to see if anyone was in earshot, but she was also looking for an exit. Dana heard him tell her to look at him and not at the door and her eyes shot back to him. Her eyes narrowed and she tried to read his face. He wanted to know what she was on so he could ween her off it? The fuck? Why does he care so much? He just met me. She thought. If the roles were reversed she couldn't safely bet that she would be so "caring"
Dana: Vicodin. A few months now, and I don't have any left.
It was a bluff. Her hand clutched the bottle in her pocket tighter, but she was afraid that he would notice so she slipped her hand out of her pocket slyly. On the side of her body furthest away from the doctor. Dana sat up with some effort. Anything hey had her hooked to she violently removed and put her cold feet on the cold floor.
Dana: Don't worry about it. I'm leaving anyways.
Dana said. She was hurt, she didn't want him to see the blow to her pride and she just wanted to get out of there before she was shamed into something no bigger than a tiny ball. She wanted to pull herself under a blanket and hide from the world and she limped towards the door. Her legs were weak and they gave out causing her to collapse. She started coughing. Fuck. I can't even leave on my own terms. She thought. She was breathing heavy and staring at the floor, wondering what next? She would rather leave and risk being out there on her own than have this asshole take her pills away. She wasn't someone who was easily helped. The pills not only took away the pain in her ankle but made all the terrible shit she's seen, all the terrible shit she's done just to survive another day; fade away. The drugs numbed her out and allowed her to exist without her conscience tearing her up inside.
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Jan 23, 2017 16:52:53 GMT -5
I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, Joseph thought as Dana's expressions and body language all-but-confirmed his suspicion that she was hooked on something, but he knew he now had to tread carefully; push too hard on her and she might go off on him about why he would even care what she did - especially since they were both new to Belle Isle....push too little and there was the risk of not weaning her off eventually of whatever it was she was hooked on. Of course, Joseph mused, it would help if I knew just what she was hooked on, which she offered up surprisingly without having to be asked....
Vicodin. A few months now, and I don't have any left.
"Okay, we're getting somewhere," Joseph said, thankful for that little bit of knowledge but still thinking she was hiding something - namely the pills themselves. Before he could confront her on that, though, Dana abruptly told him it didn't matter and that she was leaving, getting up slowly from the bed and trying her darnedest to stand straight without keeling over.
Getting up as well, Joseph blocked the way to the door and said, "Dana, you're in no condition to leave Belle Isle; from what Sarah and the medics said, you nearly froze to death over there and its' still snowing like a flood out there, so the best thing you can do is get back in bed and rest. Now," calming his voice down some and motioning for her to go back to bed, he continued. "Now, I know you're hooked; you admitted as much....and you're probably jonesing for some more Vics' right now; you still have that hooked appearance about you. As a doctor, I can't let you leave in that condition; if you want to kill yourself, you can do so when you're sober, not while you're stoned, okay?
"That said, I'm a good judge of character and I'd bet that, underneath that sunked, junked-out exterior's someone who still gives a damn about life - theirs and everyone else's around them. I could be wrong; God knows I've been wrong at times in the past. I also know, the way things are out there beyond the barricades and the water's edge, you won't make it long in your present condition, Dana, so there's no way I'm letting you leave for the time being.
"Now, I'll make you a deal here, Dana, as your doctor.....you let me get you off of those Vicodins', the ones you've been taking and the one's you've still got with you right now, and I'll help get you back to being as healthy as possible. Then, if you still want to leave, I won't stop you...I won't give you your Vics' back, but I won't stop you either....but I'm also willing to bet that if I can get you clean, that maybe you'll stay here. Like I said, I'm a good judge of character and I don't think for a moment that the powers-that-be here would've fought so hard to save you from dying out there if they didn't still care about humanity in general...so there's your choice, Dana; take it or leave it."
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5