general clinic log

[testsonseashells]

Who: Drs. Solus or Strider, various patients.
What: Echo checkups
When: Whenever
Where: LSR clinic

The LSR clinic, despite its run-down, beat-up appearance, is actually fairly clean on the inside. Lit by white fluorescent lights, it's generally pretty empty, with the occasional non-network patient coming in to get something looked at. A volunteer is usually found running the front desk, organizing papers and responding to phone calls, while Dr. Solus and Dr. Strider take care of the actual medical business.

The waiting room is barebones compared to other clinics and medical practices - LSR doesn't have the money to get entertainments for the waiting patients, so all that's available are a few chairs.

When it's your turn for an appointment, whoever's at the desk will direct you down a hallway to the left, and you will meet one of the doctors.

[ooc: general clinic log! all checkups for crazy echoes can take place here. specify dr. solus or dr. strider in the subject line.]

Comments

[gunhearted]

[Jacuzzi frowns for a second. Really frowns, not scared or nervous, but a real kind of angry kind of sad frown. It doesn't seem right, he thinks, that everybody else thinks they can figure out the inside of your head. That they can think they understand, that you can fix it.

He was really hoping for a different answer, but he guesses it's the best that he can expect. He's slowly starting to think that families just kind of suck about that kind of thing.

And then his frown fades and the set look in his eyes goes away and is replaced again by nervousness.]

S-sorry, I didn't... I should't have asked, it's personal.

Sorry.

[healspec]

[the frown is a little bit vindicating, actually. it's good to know that other people find it upsetting. to have that outside confirmation that he's not just holding a grudge over nothing. in your FACE, Dad.]

It's fine. [light, dismissive. it's not actually fine, it's nosy, but he'll pretend it's fine because he understands why Jacuzzi asked.]

If I didn't want to answer I wouldn't. [THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY TRUE AND WILL NEVER ACTUALLY BE TRUE. he tells himself it's true but he is constantly doing shit he doesn't really want to do because of social pressure.]

[gunhearted]

... Thanks. [It's the only way he can answer without a) feeling like a jerk or b) feeling like an idiot so he's going to go completely silent afterward.

He is absolutely sure he has offended Ravi and Ravi was one of the first people to really help him in a long time and not shove constant "when you feel like you're panicking, imagine hitting a big red 'stop' button"s or "tell me about your coping mechanisms"s or "you can fix this if you just try hard enough"s at him. And so he feels absolutely awful like there's something pressing down on his chest, like he's done something he is completely incapable of fixing.

So rather than do more damage, like always, it's best to just shut up.]

[healspec]

[unfortunately it is not a misconception Ravi is going to correct. If he knew Jacuzzi felt that way, he might make the effort, but he's relieved the conversation is over and not looking to continue it, so he fails to notice the signs. Anxiety, sometimes, can make a person strangely self-absorbed.]

You're welcome. [all he says, and it's rote, because he has standard interactions memorized to recite on demand. that probably doesn't help with the impression Jacuzzi is left with.]

[Ravi ushers him out of the room and points him down the hall toward the exit. it's not a very high note to end the interaction on, but he feels like literally anything else he says will just be an invitation for things to suddenly get worse, so he'd rather this than risk that.]