{ he had avoided being presumptuous, to let the image of nadine be complete when she arrived. his fingers itch for a book, but instead he finds he’s begun to scratch along the fountain top. he’s been antsy lately. before he digs a hole, he hears his name and he immediately turns in her direction and smiles. }

If this counts as a doctor’s visit, you’re my first.

{ he jests, but underneath it didn’t start as such. he’d been wary of the doctors growing up, having been told of the experimental horrors on people who passed the brown paper bag test. he had encouraged finding a trustworthy doctor, and luckily he did for his siblings and mama. it cost a great deal to secure proper connections. louis couldn’t afford to get sick as the eldest child. then he got turned.

there was no point in it anymore. who’d thought he’d end up where is currently - willingly giving away his blood. what remains is that he is still seeking to form strong connections. }

Please, sit. If you have a moment to talk. I’d like to know more about your practice.