[littl3chocobo]

checking over the clipboard with the patient's sheet he tried not to think about why he was picked for this case halfway through the observation period. it was managed somewhat by going over the list of disorders, symptoms and medications. up-swing bipolar disorder; mania, lithium citrate twice a day along with a diazepam injection for high mania episodes. chronic dysphoria; quetiapine once a day. mild onset male schizophrenia; risperidone three times a day. abnormal blood thinning due to medications; beriplex twice weekly or when needed. antisocial personality disorder; schema therapy techniques applied one hour daily. late onset oppositional defiant disorder; cognitive behavioral therapy applied one half hour daily. he stopped there, not for a lack of reading but because he could hear his patient speaking through the door that separated him from the therapy room. tucking the clipboard under his arm he put on a caring smile and entered the room. it was time to meet mr palmerson

[Liethell]

Kane Palmerson sat in a seat, legs crossed, hunched over, his hands folded. He watches his own fingers flex, unflex, and flex again, seemingly occupied with what they do. The doctor was taking too long for his tastes, and he had called him once or twice before. He supposes the doctor's room is a little more soundproof. Or perhaps the good doctor is ignoring him. He's a doctor. He wouldn't be ignoring his own patient, would he?

He hears the door open and lifts his head, jaw clenched. He does not greet the new therapist with a smile, he does not stand up to shake his hand, he hardly even seems interested in the shorter, tubbier man in front of him. He was so unobtrusive, there was no way he'd be a real threat. Just another pill pusher, probably.
"You're late, doc." His tone is flat, as if he was simply stating a fact rather than criticizing him. There is a moment of silence as he analyzes the man in front of him. He brushes his hair out with his fingers, and he shifts. He's relaxed, evidently deciding the doctor does not pose a physical threat.
"What're you interested in hearing today? A sad and heartfelt childhood story, followed by another list of inane and absurd labels, and more pills? Or are you going to skip that sappy David Copperfield crap and skip right to the pills? I know you're very busy." He begins to straighten himself. He's begun to put on weight, making him look a bit softer, but there is something innately powerful about the way he holds himself that holds even with his weight. It's as if he believes himself a lion or perhaps a wolf, raising it's heckles and warning the therapist that he has imposed on his territory, and he is allowed here by Kane's mercy alone.

[littl3chocobo]

there was no confusion as to why he was called into the case. with little more than the contents of a file and a self-absorbed bit of posturing he could see in the patient before him almost all of the tell-tell signs of the disorder he was admitted for. moving forward to sit at the short table he made himself comfortable, "forgive the furniture mr palmerson, this facility is not exactly set up to handle.... adult sessions of this nature"

[Liethell]

"Oh, I had not noticed." Kane smiled over at the man. It's unclear if the tone of his voice indicates sarcasm or a kind of genuine interest. His posture still suggested he would not back down here.
"You never answered me, doc. I want to know what you want out of me. I think it's safe to say neither of us want to enjoy one another's company longer than we have to."