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maskormenacelogs2016-01-10 11:54 am
iatrogenic) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-01-10 11:54 am
lose your head (january appointments)
WHO: Jason and you!
WHERE: St. Richard's Behavioral Center in Nonah, North Carolina
WHEN: Jan 10 - Jan 31, any time 8a-5p
WHAT: Jason the social worker instills wisdom upon children
WARNINGS: Medical tw, psychology and psychiatry tw, possible talk of medication, violent pasts, etc.
NOTE: Please fill out a case form so I know what info Jason does or doesn't have. <3
In the back of his mind, Jason thanks the medical team that his bones don't burn anymore, but the general weakness weighing down his limbs was possibly to stay for another two weeks. With his right arm hung in a black sling, though, he doesn't quite feel so grateful for his current circumstances. He should be out doing something, anything, rather than sitting in this cushy office pretending to be something he always hated. Hell, he never needed some idiot telling him what to do with his life and Sasha hadn't either. Patting her shoulder wouldn't solve anything. By the time a kid got caught by authorities and shipped to a social worker, it was too damn late to do jack.
Yet here he was: reading through the case file on his desk like it mattered.
Stupid. He shouldn't have let metalface's goons get the jump on him, much less get him with a freaking crowbar. Then he wouldn't be sitting here with a useless arm and some messed up kid who didn't need his help in the first place.
WHERE: St. Richard's Behavioral Center in Nonah, North Carolina
WHEN: Jan 10 - Jan 31, any time 8a-5p
WHAT: Jason the social worker instills wisdom upon children
WARNINGS: Medical tw, psychology and psychiatry tw, possible talk of medication, violent pasts, etc.
NOTE: Please fill out a case form so I know what info Jason does or doesn't have. <3
In the back of his mind, Jason thanks the medical team that his bones don't burn anymore, but the general weakness weighing down his limbs was possibly to stay for another two weeks. With his right arm hung in a black sling, though, he doesn't quite feel so grateful for his current circumstances. He should be out doing something, anything, rather than sitting in this cushy office pretending to be something he always hated. Hell, he never needed some idiot telling him what to do with his life and Sasha hadn't either. Patting her shoulder wouldn't solve anything. By the time a kid got caught by authorities and shipped to a social worker, it was too damn late to do jack.
Yet here he was: reading through the case file on his desk like it mattered.
Stupid. He shouldn't have let metalface's goons get the jump on him, much less get him with a freaking crowbar. Then he wouldn't be sitting here with a useless arm and some messed up kid who didn't need his help in the first place.