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Post by Nathaniel Darcy on Aug 6, 2015 7:31:20 GMT -6
Nate had dealt with a situation like this previously, but he had been such a fleeting influence on the situation he barely considered counting it... He certainly hadn't taken a defining role in the person in question's treatment. That being said, he had been a child at the time, and perhaps he needed this push to bring him screaming into adulthood... Dealing with a situation as dire as the one he had on his hands.
He wasn't used to it, and he knew he didn't truly know what to say to the boy; And so instead on allowing himself to wallow in the emotional aspect of the work, Nate had naturally retreated into his usual professional, colder, more methodical state he generally took while working. Perhaps it came across as uncaring, but that was far from the truth.
Nate took a deep intake of breath before blowing it outwards, closing his eyes slowly and bringing his thumb and forefinger to the side of his head, rubbing his temple in gentle circles. Jack was late, although not by much, and to be honest the medical assistant didn't blame the guy if he couldn't bring himself to make his appointment at all. Nate himself had struggled to shake the sick, cold feeling that had settled upon him following his scan of the other boy, so he could only imagine how Jack felt now that his condition had been officially confirmed. Nate slowly opened his eyes, relaxing his posture in his seat as his eyes easily found the line he'd been reading on the typed up notes pinned to the clipboard in his hands. The consultant had sent over copies of Jack's treatment schedule, and had expressed a desire for the Academy to undertake a formal discussion of the treatment before it was to begin; Having been the one to catch the potentially damning disease, Nate felt is was his duty to be the one to undertake the task. He found his eyeline trailing off the line he was reading and finding the closed door to the office, letting let another small exasperated sigh; The guy was in for a long, hard road. It wasn't going to be easy, but with how strong his immune system remained and how valiantly it appeared to be fighting, Jack had a chance.
It was a small chance, but a chance none the less.
He wasn't used to it, and he knew he didn't truly know what to say to the boy; And so instead on allowing himself to wallow in the emotional aspect of the work, Nate had naturally retreated into his usual professional, colder, more methodical state he generally took while working. Perhaps it came across as uncaring, but that was far from the truth.
Nate took a deep intake of breath before blowing it outwards, closing his eyes slowly and bringing his thumb and forefinger to the side of his head, rubbing his temple in gentle circles. Jack was late, although not by much, and to be honest the medical assistant didn't blame the guy if he couldn't bring himself to make his appointment at all. Nate himself had struggled to shake the sick, cold feeling that had settled upon him following his scan of the other boy, so he could only imagine how Jack felt now that his condition had been officially confirmed. Nate slowly opened his eyes, relaxing his posture in his seat as his eyes easily found the line he'd been reading on the typed up notes pinned to the clipboard in his hands. The consultant had sent over copies of Jack's treatment schedule, and had expressed a desire for the Academy to undertake a formal discussion of the treatment before it was to begin; Having been the one to catch the potentially damning disease, Nate felt is was his duty to be the one to undertake the task. He found his eyeline trailing off the line he was reading and finding the closed door to the office, letting let another small exasperated sigh; The guy was in for a long, hard road. It wasn't going to be easy, but with how strong his immune system remained and how valiantly it appeared to be fighting, Jack had a chance.
It was a small chance, but a chance none the less.
