Joined: 19 Feb 2013
Alex kept the picture of the scar in his head deeply thinking as he went
back to behind his desk, resting his palms onto his desk as he looked to her with a sigh.
"Whatever happened to your back, not that I'm wondering since I don't do therapy, but
whatever may have happened, the mark on your back is very crucial to what you do
everyday." he said, rubbing his cheek gently and looking down to his files, scattered
around unorganized. He slowly looked back up to her, "Get some rest, don't do too many
things that will stretch too much, and stay clear from any sharp or harsh objects that can
hurt your body. I will have some medicine for you tomorrow, though I only have some cream
to numb up the pain for you right now," he reached into his desk, taking out a small gray
and rusty palette box of white ooze-looking cream, shaped like a circle-necklace locket
that looked new, though reeked of some type of old and terribly gross odor. "Rub this onto
your back everyday, and it should sink in."
Misa Carmicheal . Sixteen . Adj. disorder, anxiety.
Alex Bonnen . Nineteen . Medicine