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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

Here, it was a wonder everyone wasn't on antidepressants. She nodded slowly-- after all, everyone needs help now and then, and there was certainly no shame in admitting it. Though she's still worried.

"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.

That gets a small shake of his head in response, "Not here..."

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."

She laughs softly at that. "It would be in keeping with everything else the Deities do," Cameron concurs. Keeping the population off-balance seems to be the aim of everything that happens here.

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.

Nodding, he gives a small, appreciative smile as he takes the scrip, "Of course. Thank you."

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."

Subtlety isn't his strong suit; he's talking about Chase. About the never-ending disaster that is their currently nonexistent relationship.

"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.

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☞ is everybody here on drugs?

☞ is everybody here on drugs?

☞ is everybody here on drugs?