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Rachel Grey ([personal profile] starchilde_lost) wrote2011-07-29 08:50 pm
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help me get my feet back on the ground [Will]

[August 1, 2011]

Rachel needed help. She wasn't an idiot and she knew when she was spiraling downward and if she'd been smart she would have done this much sooner, like after Jean left and the nightmares started. Or after her brother brought her back to civilization. Or after her first trip to Rapture when she realized how good if felt to jack herself up with artificial powers and go kill things. Things that used to be people. Okay, granted, she didn't actively hunt the splicers just to kill them, but she sure as hell made herself a convenient target on more than one occasion and in the end, wasn't that the same thing?

And then there was the little girl. The proverbial punch in the gut that let her know she'd gone way, way too far.

So once she'd slept for about two days straight and made a few discrete-ish inquiries and now she was here, scared to death she was losing her mind by pieces, and hoping that Dr. Will Zimmerman was half the psychiatrist Dr. Maureen Lysinski had been.

...or at the very least doesn't run away screaming after she gives him her background - hell, if she could just get through explaining the Hound marks on her face and the phoenix-shaped death mark on her back without him bailing, she'd take that as a good sign.

Standing in the hall, Rachel almost turned around at the door, telling herself she could come back later, maybe after she got more sleep and reduced the circles under her eyes, after the bruises and cuts on her arms from the fighting down in Rapture had healed. But ultimately, she knew that was a cheat, if she didn't do it now she never would. She stood in the doorway and tapped a couple of times, clearing her suddenly-dry throat. "Dr. Zimmerman, right? Do you have a few minutes?"
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[personal profile] inabmovie 2011-08-09 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't sound lame at all," Will said. "I've worked for a while with people with all kinds of powers. It's what I did for the last couple of years before I cam here, so believe me, I don't think it's lame." He turned the pen over in his fingers. "What kinds of things are hard for you to deal with?" he asked. "Something specific, or just being here in general?"
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[personal profile] inabmovie 2011-08-09 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Will got the feeling there was more to it than that, but no one ever came out and laid everything on the table all at once. It was usually too big, and they had to start somewhere. "Disappearances are pretty common on the island," Will said, "but it doesn't make it any easier. And the other things that come up, like getting sent home when you least expect it, just to come back again, make it harder."
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[personal profile] inabmovie 2011-08-10 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Here you are," Will agreed. "It's a good first step and means you're farther along than you think you are. A lot of people don't recognize when they need to talk to someone, and you have, and that's good." While he talked, he pulled a blank file from the desk drawer to make some notes, unobtrusively. "What kind of reckless decisions?"
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[personal profile] inabmovie 2011-08-16 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Will didn't judge his patients, ever, because it never helped and usually made things worse. He didn't have to agree with something they'd done in order to help them. The underwater city had presented its own problems and there hadn't been a great answer for them. "Do you think you might have been addicted to the plasmids?" he asked, no judgement in his tone. "Sometimes the craving for things like that can override your normal judgement."