Ummmmm.... Not much to say really. This is chapter 3. lol :-)
"Truman, Jones and O'Connor: Psychiatric practice." This was the place. I still wasn't sure exactly what I was going to say when I got in there. But I had to do something, my mother was driving me mad.
As I walked into the foyer, I heard a woman's voice behind me.
"Can I help you?"
I turned to find a middle-aged blonde woman sitting at a desk. Obviously a receptionist.
"Uh, yes. Um… excuse me, I've never done this before. I don't really know what I'm asking for?"
"That's okay." She answered. "First of all, do you have any preferences as to which therapist you would like to see?"
"Um, it doesn't really matter."
"Which day would you like to make an appointment for?"
"Well, I'm a student. So weekend's would be best."
"Okay… We have an opening with Dr O'Connor tomorrow at 2?!
"That'll be fine."
"Name?"
"Lilith Sternin."
"Alright. And how will you be paying?"
"Paying?"
"Yes?"
Oh my God. I'd totally forgotten I'd have to pay!
"Um. I'm sorry. But I'll have to cancel that appointment, I…" I didn't know how to say it." I…I can't pay. I'm sorry, but my only job is babysitting for my mother's friend every now and again. I don't earn enough to see it though."
"Oh…"
"I really am sorry about this." I said, as I started to walk out. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, before I embarrassed myself further.
"Um, Miss Sternin! Wait! I might be able to help you."
"Really?"
"Yes. Um, you could see Dr Crane?"
"Dr Crane?"
"Yes. He's a young Doctor-around your age; he's been interning here for the past few months. It would be good for him to have his own case study. He's fully qualified, but as he's interning, he's not actually allowed to charge you anything."
This could work out. "Well that's wonderful."
"Because he's not officially a member of staff here, I don't have a record of when he's available. But if you'd like to follow that corridor all the way to the end, he should be in his office."
"Thank you."
As I walked down the long corridor, I read the names on the doors. Dr A. Truman, Dr D. O'Connor, and Dr F. Jones. Then I came to an un-marked door at the bottom of the corridor, and knocked lightly.
"Come in." Said a smooth deep voice from inside.
As I walked in, I was met by the site of a tall handsome man, with dark blonde hair and mesmerising blue eyes. He had rolled up the sleeves on his light blue shirt to reveal his muscular arms, as he stacked books onto a shelf.
"Dr Crane?"
"Truman, Jones and O'Connor: Psychiatric practice." This was the place. I still wasn't sure exactly what I was going to say when I got in there. But I had to do something, my mother was driving me mad.
As I walked into the foyer, I heard a woman's voice behind me.
"Can I help you?"
I turned to find a middle-aged blonde woman sitting at a desk. Obviously a receptionist.
"Uh, yes. Um… excuse me, I've never done this before. I don't really know what I'm asking for?"
"That's okay." She answered. "First of all, do you have any preferences as to which therapist you would like to see?"
"Um, it doesn't really matter."
"Which day would you like to make an appointment for?"
"Well, I'm a student. So weekend's would be best."
"Okay… We have an opening with Dr O'Connor tomorrow at 2?!
"That'll be fine."
"Name?"
"Lilith Sternin."
"Alright. And how will you be paying?"
"Paying?"
"Yes?"
Oh my God. I'd totally forgotten I'd have to pay!
"Um. I'm sorry. But I'll have to cancel that appointment, I…" I didn't know how to say it." I…I can't pay. I'm sorry, but my only job is babysitting for my mother's friend every now and again. I don't earn enough to see it though."
"Oh…"
"I really am sorry about this." I said, as I started to walk out. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, before I embarrassed myself further.
"Um, Miss Sternin! Wait! I might be able to help you."
"Really?"
"Yes. Um, you could see Dr Crane?"
"Dr Crane?"
"Yes. He's a young Doctor-around your age; he's been interning here for the past few months. It would be good for him to have his own case study. He's fully qualified, but as he's interning, he's not actually allowed to charge you anything."
This could work out. "Well that's wonderful."
"Because he's not officially a member of staff here, I don't have a record of when he's available. But if you'd like to follow that corridor all the way to the end, he should be in his office."
"Thank you."
As I walked down the long corridor, I read the names on the doors. Dr A. Truman, Dr D. O'Connor, and Dr F. Jones. Then I came to an un-marked door at the bottom of the corridor, and knocked lightly.
"Come in." Said a smooth deep voice from inside.
As I walked in, I was met by the site of a tall handsome man, with dark blonde hair and mesmerising blue eyes. He had rolled up the sleeves on his light blue shirt to reveal his muscular arms, as he stacked books onto a shelf.
"Dr Crane?"