Allison Cameron (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
as_damaged) wrote2008-02-04 04:38 pm
as_damaged) wrote2008-02-04 04:38 pm
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☎ voicemail
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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]
[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
He glances off to a side, then looks back at Cameron. Might as well get it over with.
"I need a prescription, and... I would really prefer House not know about it."
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
"A prescription for what?"
Is Wilson sick? If Wilson's sick, sick enough that it has to be a secret, it shouldn't be a secret.
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
"It's not-- I'm not really sick, it's just..."
Better to show than to explain. From a pocket, he produces a standard prescription bottle, its contents spent save for two pills rattling at the bottom. The label identifies both the antidepressant and the patient quite clearly. He sighs as he holds it out in his hand.
"I had them with me when I got here."
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
"...Do you want to talk about this?"
Meaning, I won't write your scrip unless we talk about this. Arms folded, she is determined and concerned. It's just how she rolls.
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
"Well, there's... not a lot to say about it. They're supposed to be a temporary fix, things have just been... less than ideal."
He means back home, but, of course, he realizes that the way things are going in the City at the moment doesn't exactly make it any better.
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
"I understand. Have you--" She pauses, not quite sure how to ask without overstepping her boundaries, because as much as she's in the position of authority here, doctor to patient, and as much as she considers him both a friend and a colleague-- she's not used to it. "Are you seeing somebody about it, here?" Not that she doesn't trust him, but a temporary fix is supposed to be accompanied by a long-term strategy. And though she might dabble, Cameron knows she's no psychiatrist.
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
He looks down and sighs, pursing and unpursing his lips again as he runs a hand through his hair. "We seem to have a serious shortage in the psychiatric field here. Can't help but think that's deliberate."
He can guess why she's asking. He's, ironically, found himself on the other side of this issue before, and still beats himself up now and again for not having been able to have done much.
"I've already decided that I'm not staying on them, so I don't need a full prescription. Just... enough that I can gradually lower the dosage."
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
Under other circumstances she'd be disinclined to go along with this-- but he's right, there aren't many options, here. Considering it for a moment, she decides and turns back to her desk to grab her prescription pad.
"If you do need to talk about it..." She glances up at him, then back at her page, a little wary of broaching the issue on her mind-- "Your patient, or anything-- I'm here, all right?" She finishes and tears the page off, handing it to him with an earnest look.
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
Sighing with relief that the entire thing is over and dealt with, he slips the paper into a pocket on his coat. He hesitates only a moment before glancing up at Cameron again.
"You know--" his lips are pursed, and then released, his brow slightly knitted, "This is sort of an awkward position to be saying this in, but the same goes for you, too. If there's anything you ever just want to talk or vent about, I'm here. I know this place isn't easy on any of us."
☞ is everybody here on drugs?
"I know." She smiles, answering softly, trying to seem grateful for the opportunity, though she doesn't intend to take it. This isn't something she wants to discuss, ever, with anyone. But it's nice of him to offer, and certainly it's likely to make him feel a little better-- a little more in control of the situation.