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Up Hill Battle
Mar. 11th, 2017 07:11 pmEverything about this is out of Anna Weatherhill's element: Standing in front of the office door of a learned man waiting to request his knowledge, meeting with anyone other than family for her health, talking openly about something normally reserved for shameful whispers or shouting matches...
But this is Doctor Hill she's here to see. Doctor Hill who was the first stranger in a very long time to treat her with some patience and sympathy. Dignity, even. He wasn't the sort of person to look down on her -- Crazy Anna -- and only in that regard is this meeting so intimidating. She desperately wants him to think positively of her, to continue treating her in the way he did the last time they met. And yet here she is, facing the prospect of baring the most intimate of her secrets to him.
Unbeknownst to her, Anna Weatherhill is experiencing the universal sensation of pre-therapy jitters. The combination of hope for the future and utter dread of everything else. But the only cure for that is to put it all in the past. Nothin' to it but to do it, and other such pointless phrases, as her brother might say. And so...
She knocks.
"Doctor Hill?" she calls, then tilts her head toward the crack in the door to listen for his reply. "It's Anna Weatherhill?" Light, she's already losing confidence in her own identity and the session hasn't even begun. "I don't know if you remember me, but I know you know my brother. Um." A slight hesitation before she deigns to say the name, "Harrowheart?"
A few more seconds pass before she thinks to ask, "Do I need an appointment, or may I come in?"
But this is Doctor Hill she's here to see. Doctor Hill who was the first stranger in a very long time to treat her with some patience and sympathy. Dignity, even. He wasn't the sort of person to look down on her -- Crazy Anna -- and only in that regard is this meeting so intimidating. She desperately wants him to think positively of her, to continue treating her in the way he did the last time they met. And yet here she is, facing the prospect of baring the most intimate of her secrets to him.
Unbeknownst to her, Anna Weatherhill is experiencing the universal sensation of pre-therapy jitters. The combination of hope for the future and utter dread of everything else. But the only cure for that is to put it all in the past. Nothin' to it but to do it, and other such pointless phrases, as her brother might say. And so...
She knocks.
"Doctor Hill?" she calls, then tilts her head toward the crack in the door to listen for his reply. "It's Anna Weatherhill?" Light, she's already losing confidence in her own identity and the session hasn't even begun. "I don't know if you remember me, but I know you know my brother. Um." A slight hesitation before she deigns to say the name, "Harrowheart?"
A few more seconds pass before she thinks to ask, "Do I need an appointment, or may I come in?"
