From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 21:09:43

*hears your knock and gets up to answer the door*

*blinks* Túrin. *checks his watch* I'm flabbergasted and delighted you're here. Won't you come in and sit down?

*closes the door behind you*

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 21:12:12

*amiably* Fine, thank you. How are you?

*does not take a seat, but instead ambles over to your wall o' diplomas and scrutinizes them carefully*

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 21:20:04

*mentally reviews his greeting to you, confirming what he thought he said* *confused* Very well, thank you.

*hurries back to his desk chair and the comfort of his pen and yellow legal pad (♥)*

*scribbles*

     Patient appears distracted.

I'm not sure if you're aware, but you're five hours a little early. I don't have an appointment at the moment, but let's try to stick to the schedule next time, all right?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 21:23:14

*shrugs* Yeah, okay. Sorry.

Sorry. *appears fascinated by your credentials* You've got a lot of certificates. Were you in school very long? *laughs airily* I could never hack medical school.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 21:28:04

     Patient appears abnormally calm. Possibly veiling suspicion with casual overtones.

*nonchalantly* Yes, I have several specialties, so my studies were fairly grueling. *smiles encouragingly*

*patiently* Why don't you have a seat? *gestures to the chair across from him*

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 21:36:54

*looks over at you and back at the wall*

*looks at you again* Sure. Yeah, okay.

*takes his sweet time getting to his chair*

*removes his jacket clumsily and pushes his sleeves up with limited success before sitting down*

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 21:44:25

Thank you.

     Patient seems sluggish and demonstrates sensitivity to heat. Patient is normally renowned for agility and dexterity but demonstrates impaired motor skills. Drug influence likely.

*taps his pen absently* So. What would you like to talk about?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 21:45:28

*promptly* Nienor.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 21:46:57

*nearly drops his pen*

     Patient really should work up to that! Gradually!

*betrays nothing* *(is a cool customer that way)* Okay. What about Nienor?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 21:49:23

Nienor. Yeah. So...oh, yeah. I'm not here for therapy? Actually? I just wanted to ask you what was going to happen to Nienor?

So I don't think you need to... *looks at your notepad and makes a vague writing motion* ...you know? What I mean?

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 21:54:08

I see.

     abcdefghijaaaabbbbccccdddd :) :( :| :o Patient ending statements with question marks?. Drug influence highly likely.

*companionably* Well, as you know, it's absolutely necessary that Nienor stay at the MHC for proper care. Until she experiences some fairly major breakthroughs in terms of her identity and her...complex relationship with you and what was her unborn child, she is unfit to care for herself and, quite frankly, a danger to herself.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 21:55:51

*shifts lazily in his seat and stretches his legs out to one side*

*has a fantastic idea!* I'll look after her.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 21:57:23

*boggles*

     Patient totally. fruit loops.

That's...really not possible, Túrin. I'm sorry.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 21:59:40

*doesn't appear put out by this in the slightest*

Can I visit her then? She's my sister, you know? I mean, she was my wife? But now she's my sister, you know? Still? *grins* I wouldn't marry her again. That's fucked up, you know?

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 22:04:41

*gets up from his chair and comes around his desk to sit on the front of it, facing you*

*takes a penlight from his jacket pocket and makes a show of pretending to scratch the side of his nose with it, 'accidentally' shining it into your eyes*

     Patient possibly under the influence of an opiate. You know? *scratches out this last several times. with feeling.*

*crosses his arms* The most I can do for now is keep you updated on her progress. If she reaches a certain stage of self-awareness such as not wanting to sleep with you, then we can talk about visits.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 22:06:43

*looks mildly deflated* Oh. Bummer.

*thinking* I had another sister. Lalaith? I just remembered that. Pretty sure I didn't marry her though.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 22:09:48

We can talk about Lalaith in a minute.

*sneaks looks at your arms for telltale track marks but can't see far enough past your sleeves*

*gently* Túrin, I'm very worried about your health. What did you eat for breakfast this morning? Eggs? Waffles? *cough*heroin?*cough* Excuse me. (Allergies.)

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 22:13:59

*frowns briefly* I didn't eat anything this morning? Is it suppertime already? *looks at his [watchless] wrist to check the time* *finds the correct hand eventually*

Yesterday, though, I ate this thing that looked like a sugar cube, but wasn't. *happily* It made everything look CRAZY. *decisively* This place could use the color.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 22:16:08

     LSD, too? Sweet Manwë on a pogo stick. For the record.

*makes a disapproving sound in his throat* And where did you get that and the heroin?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 22:20:07

Finduilas. She's my friend from...Nargothing? *taps his chin with a finger* I think she wants to have sex with me. But I'm pretty sure she's not my sister. *with complete sincerity* Is that normal?

*notices your notepad. for the first time ever, he thinks.* Hey. What are you writing? Lemme see. *reaches for it*

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 22:25:20

UM no. I don't think so. *retreats behind his desk again in a hurry*

     88888888888 Shock therapy? 88888888

Túrin, please stay here in the hospital until you're feeling more like yourself again. It's very important. Will you do that?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 22:27:32

Who do I feel like now?

Will you do that?

Nah, I don't think so. *yawning* I'm very tired. *gets to his feet and stretches*

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 22:32:39

*is frustrated by the knowledge that he actually has very little cause or authority to stop you*

*hopefully* Would you like to see Beleg? She was asking for you earlier. In fact, she said she'd be awfully irritated with you if she had to track you down. *silently prays to Eru that Beleg will forgive him for attempting to saddle her with such a loose-or-actually-wildly-careening cannon*

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 22:36:56

*is already halfway to the door*

Eh. *trips over nothing when he turns to look at you* She's my best friend, you know. I stabbed him. Shot her? My mom says you always hurt the ones you love. I guess I must hurt her an awful lot.

Thanks, Dr. Ron! Call me when I can see Nienor. *amiably* I really worry about her.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 22:38:17

*is completely at a loss*

More waffles, less heroin. Please?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/30/2007 22:39:10

*waves!*

*leaves*

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/30/2007 22:42:47

*starts to write up a transfer of this particular patient to the top psychiatry specialist*

*remembers that he IS the top psychiatry specialist*

*spends the next half-hour daydreaming of a specialty in anesthesiology*