Kate may not like what she sees when she looks at the doctor. His clothing is old fashioned with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The apron that is wraped around his waist is bloodied by his own handprints from various patients. "Vhy, my dear child," somehow the hard smile upon his face lies to the warmness of his words, "you are in a hospital. My hospital."
"Come..give me your hand and ve shall see about...getting you help." The smile upon the old man's face was something wicked and tight.
A voice in the background tried to whisper into Kate's ear like a little moth seeking a light. However a sharp look from the man sent it away.
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Date: 2008-02-03 02:37 am (UTC)"Come..give me your hand and ve shall see about...getting you help." The smile upon the old man's face was something wicked and tight.
A voice in the background tried to whisper into Kate's ear like a little moth seeking a light. However a sharp look from the man sent it away.