October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
"I know. I hardly contained my excitement." You reply dryly. "Then again, if it shuts everyone up about my personal life, who knows. Maybe it would be worth it." You shrug. 32, unwed, no children, no suitors. That you've been the subject of gossip is nothing new. But you're so pretty, they say. Why don't you find yourself a nice man. Or woman—haha! Only you've never found it very funny, nor have you ever found (read: let) anyone get close enough to you that you might ever consider 'settling down'. How boring, anyway.
"Oh." You reply as he clarifies. "In trouble? No. But you can always request a different doctor when all this is over." You reply matter-of-factly. It would make you sad if he did, but you'd never withhold options from a patient. Or a friend, for that matter. "Falke is more than capable of being your primary physician as well as your psychiatrist."
Watching as Finn leans against the wall, this time you don't go to him to help. If he really is going to make it all the way downstairs, he needs to be able to do much more than hold himself up in the shower. "Steady." You encourage softly.
"Oh." You reply as he clarifies. "In trouble? No. But you can always request a different doctor when all this is over." You reply matter-of-factly. It would make you sad if he did, but you'd never withhold options from a patient. Or a friend, for that matter. "Falke is more than capable of being your primary physician as well as your psychiatrist."
Watching as Finn leans against the wall, this time you don't go to him to help. If he really is going to make it all the way downstairs, he needs to be able to do much more than hold himself up in the shower. "Steady." You encourage softly.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
