Yes, he's the very best doctor in the city, and he's been so wonderfully nice to us since we came here. He's very good with Minuiel, and she likes him. I wouldn't have left her there if I didn't think she'd be safe, but I'll still be so glad to have her back with me... with us.
*wanders along happily* *knows exactly where she's going for once*
*doesn't notice that the same guards, who are obviously very confused about their orders regarding the crazy lady, are following them at a distance*
That's so good of him. How did you say you met Dr. Ron? *squeezes your shoulder comfortingly* *thinks you're such a sweet little fretful mother* Not to worry. We're almost there, right?
What the hell kind of a name is Dr. Ron?
*starts to feel pretty edgy about the tail despite them being pretty standard Thingolian procedure*
*wonders if he's going to have to put anyone in the hospital today, which of course wouldn't be so out of the way...*
Well... when I came here I didn't have anywhere to stay, and I didn't know anyone, and Minuiel was just a baby. She had a cold, too, which was very scary. So I went to the hospital and met Dr. Ron there. He's been taking care of us ever since. He's a wonderful listener. *nods*
*finally arrives at the MHC* Dr. Ron should be in here...
*stops walking and looks up at the sign* This doesn't seem like the best place to babysit. *follows you inside tentatively*
*blinks as various nurses and orderlies descend upon them*
WTF?
*shielding you from their grasping fingers and stern reprimands* Um...Níniel? What exactly is going on here? I get the feeling I'm missing something important.
*bursts in the front doors behind you, sweaty and out of breath*
There you are! I went over to Thingol's just as quickly as I could but they said you'd already gone and that I should look for a cluster of burly types in dark glasses and Níniel you know we don't leave the hospital grounds without our buddies and our colored pinnies! *pant* I was so worried!
*turning to Túrin* How rude of me; you must be Túrin. I'm Dr. Haphelven. Thank you so much for...bringing... *has already stuck out his hand to be shaken before realizing the look on Túrin's face is more one of dawning horror comprehension than one of Hi, I'm Here To Return Your Crazy*
*shoos the staff away with a gentle but firm word*
*smoothes your hair* *soothingly* There, there. No need to get worked up. Minuiel's upstairs in your room, being just as good and quiet as a lamb. Why don't you go see to her and stay in your room, for the love of Eru? I'd like to talk to your- to Túrin for just a moment.
*nods* That would be good. I miss my room and I miss my baby and *suddenly!* this is Turambar, Dr. Ron! *smiles-so-much* This is my Turambar and we're here to get our baby so we can go be a family just like I always said. We'll be a family a real family and none of it will matter not the dragon or the water or the the the bad things the bad things... *trails off*
*intently* I'm going to go get my baby. *smiles at Túrin* Our baby.
*wanders off to her room repeating "family" over and over and over*
Ah...yes. Of course. *glances back over his shoulder* She may be back any minute.
Right. Your ssswife is very ill. Obviously. You remember how in her last life, she went mad with grief and horror and committed suicide?
*cringes at the look on your face* That'd be a 'no' then. *awkwardly* Well, yes. It's not uncommon for someone to experience a mental break in the face of such emotional...trauma. She's completely unaware of the cause of her madness. She only remembers her life with you...before. *pauses to catch his breath*
*continues in a rush* But I'm very optimistic for her future. I hope she'll make a complete recovery, in time. *smiles grimly* One day at a time, you know? It's a bit of a cliché, but it works. Please don't kill me.
*swallows hard* There are some other details you really should know. Leading to decades of intensive therapy and drugs.
*scratches his head* *hopes he sounds nonchalant* That's a bit of a long and involved story, I'm afraid. Why don't you come into my office so we can talk? Also my sedatives are in there.
*sees Níniel returning out the corner of his eye*
*resolves to look for another job first thing in the morning*
I won't be alone, Dr. Ron, I'll have Turambar. Thank you for everything but I don't need you anymore. He'll look after us.
*turns to Túrin and completely fails to notice the look of utter horror on his face* *shyly* Say hello to your daddy, Minuiel. *holds the 'baby' up for him to see*
*breaks down into sobs and collapses on the ground*
He knows and he's sickened and he hates me but it wasn't my fault I didn't know I didn't remember there was nothing I could do it wasn't my fault it wasn't my fault.
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