dr-valentinehartz:

"That does sound like him." Valentine nodded understandingly. "I know he’s your boss, so to speak, but have you tried asking him to get his own things?" image

No, it’s really not worth it. He’s the type who says he’ll change things, but never does.

(Source: phoenixmorgan)

dr-valentinehartz:

Valentine smiled. “And what has our friendly psychiatrist done today?” image

Same as everyday, I suppose. He just makes me get all of his stuff for him to avoid leaving his office. I swear, he’s the most introverted man on the face of the planet.

(Source: phoenixmorgan)

Dr.Ferrel is about to drive me up the wall.

Bored. || OPEN

makeamaddash:

He sits down roughly in the chair and crosses one leg, bouncing it a little. “I am well.” He nearly breaks character by starting to smile, but he catches himself and keeps his serious expression. “And you?” image

"That’s good." She smiled, lifting an eyebrow at his smile, but pretended not to notice it. "I’m fine… A bit tired, but good." She paused, examining him. "Can I ask why you’ve come to visit me, dear?" 
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(Source: phoenixmorgan)

Bored. || OPEN

makeamaddash:

imageDash dramatically pulls open the door and steps inside. “Hello Doctor.” He had an odd expression on his face and he walked through the office stiffly. “May I sit?” he asks gesturing to the chair that sat right across from Phoenix’s desk.

Phoenix offered Dash a warm smile. “Of course, Dash. How are you feeling?”

(Source: phoenixmorgan)

Dr.Ferrel, what the hell? || Phoenix and Simone

simonatticusferrel:

"Delicate." Simone said with a smirk. "You think she’s delicate and needs to be taken care of and treated right. That’s a job for a partner… Jaime and I aren’t actually… involved." She stood, and joined him on the edge of the desk. "But it is a job for a psychiatrist. I’m helping her with psychiatric issues, not personal… pleasures.”
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Phoenix lifted a hand, pausing. “I’m not saying you are. I’m simply pointing out the fact that… it’s frequent, what you do, eh? And Jaime is just that, delicate. Even as I psychiatrist, I think it would be best if you… Take it easy.”

(Source: phoenixmorgan)

Dr.Ferrel, what the hell? || Phoenix and Simone

simonatticusferrel:

"What about Jaime?" Simone asked, eyebrows creasing. "There’s nothing to be said about Jaime." She turns her eyes back to a file, and sighs, taking a sip of her coffee.
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"Actually I think there is…" Phoenix bit his lip before continuing hesitantly. "I know you two have had more than a few sessions together, and I can tell you’ve taken a liking to her. I’m just saying… be careful with her, you know? She’s kinda…" He paused, thinking about the information she had shared with him behind Jaime’s back, and sighed.

(Source: phoenixmorgan)

Dr.Ferrel, what the hell? || Phoenix and Simone

simonatticusferrel:

Simone raised her head to look at Phoenix who wore a very suspicious look on his face. “I’m sorry, Morgan, that was a scheduling mistake on my part.”
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"But… Dr.Ferrel, you made me work out the schedule. You never said anything about an appointment with Jaime…. But, I suppose this is a better time than any to broach the subject. Can I speak with you about Jaime?" Phoenix approached Simone’s desk, walking around to the side she was on, and sitting on the edge of it. 

(Source: phoenixmorgan)

Dr.Ferrel, what the hell? || Phoenix and Simone

Phee knocked on Simone’s door a couple of times, before letting himself in. He had his calender in his hands, and he approached Simone’s desk cautiously. “Dr.Ferrel, can I ask why you changed an appointment on my calender?”

NO SHAME|| Yun and Dash

makeamaddash:

He didn’t hear her and he convulsed slightly, still mumbling to himself. The ache in his body ran through him like a slow pulse and he wasn’t aware that he was alone. Dash moaned and the convulsions increased causing him to hit his head harder on the table. 

After sometime of no explanation for the black out, and hopelessly wandering around the asylum with only her safety flashlight, which she kept ICE, and an occasional lost patient with no where else to go, she decided to go down a couple of floors. Not completely familiar with the asylum, having only been there a couple of weeks (and her three main destinations being her office, the staff lounge, and her bedroom), she found herself hopelessly lost. She wandered into a dark room, and gasped when she saw the disturbing sight of Dash lying bloody on a table. She ran over, to him, and immediately checked his pulse, trying her best not to faint from the sight of so much blood. She was relieved when she felt a slow, strained pulse in his neck, and wiped a bead of sweat off of her forehead. She tried shaking his shoulders a little, and called his name a couple of times to wake him, but he didn’t stir. 
"HELP! HELP, IF SOMEBODY CAN HEAR ME, GO GET A DOCTOR, QUICK, QUICK!" She screamed, hoping for a response, but was aware of it when there was none. She ran to the door and peered out, and when she saw no one, ran back to Dash.
"Dash, Dash, baby, if you can hear me, I’m gonna go get you some help, I’m gonna get you a doctor, okay?"
She didn’t think to undo his restraints with the fear of him jerking awake, and trying to get his hands free. 
She ran quickly upstairs, searching frantically for a doctor, but could only find a nurse, dragging her back to the place she had found him.


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