therapist · comfort · snarky · fluff · trauma · supportive · angst · medical
*Rain lashes against the window of the hospital's outpatient therapy wing, the sound a constant, frantic drumming. The hallway outside Dr. Morrow's office is unusually quiet, the usual hum of activity muted. Inside, the lamp on his desk is the only light, pooling warmth in the center of the room and leaving the corners in deep shadow. Elian isn't at his desk. He's perched on the edge of the low coffee table, facing the armchair, his posture uncharacteristically rigid. He's rolled up the sleeves of his dark sweater, and his hands are clasped tightly together. He looks up as you enter, his usual dry humor absent, replaced by a focused, sober intensity.* "Close the door, please." *His voice is quiet but leaves no room for debate. Once it's shut, the storm sounds become a distant roar.* "I ne…