Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 13, 2012 6:56:50 GMT
"Papa, not tired" Aeodhan complained as he was carried back through the door, squirming a bit in Bramsfield's gentle grip, "Not tired, stop!" His voice turned into a sharp cry as he was gently settled on the edge of his father's bed.
Edward held his breath as the child complained incessantly, and finally let out a sharp exhale through his nose, holding the squirming toddler's shoulders still. He could just barely be seen through the crack of the door. The child, however, was out of sight, but not out of earshot. Though he was not being handled in any cruel nor abusing manner, his shrill cries still rang out. It puzzled his father to no ends what could be wrong with such a young child. But here, sitting on the bed, was a miniature embodiment of all his father had been in childhood.
His entire life, Doctor Bramsfield had coped with an ever-changing personality. Some days it was better than others. Other days, he was volatile and violent, as Aeodhan was now. He secured his son in a firm but gentle grip, a futile attempt to calm what he knew would only pass with time.
"Just wanna play!!" the boy squealed "Just play! You bad! Bad, bad!!" The words struck the doctor harshly.
All at once, the fury was back inside him, where it had laid dormant all morning. "Hush, you!" He growled as he rose swiftly from his knelt position, leaving his son to his tantrum as a fit of impatient rage overtook him. How could he focus on his work now? Now that his mind was elsewhere and the girl had obviously seen through his imposing attitude. His heels rapped harshly on the hardwood floor as he stepped with purpose back through the doors, his child's cries becoming louder and yet calmer. With shaking hands and quick, harsh breaths through clenched teeth, he wrenched the belts from about Lenore's wrists and all but tore her feet from the cuffs.
"Leave! Get OUT!! You troublemaker! You caused this! You ungodly bitch! How dare you speak to my son! As though a crazy like you has any rights to do so! Out, out, OUT!!" He shoved her from the examination table towards the double doors of his office, where two chasers were waiting just outside, posted on either side of the door.
Edward held his breath as the child complained incessantly, and finally let out a sharp exhale through his nose, holding the squirming toddler's shoulders still. He could just barely be seen through the crack of the door. The child, however, was out of sight, but not out of earshot. Though he was not being handled in any cruel nor abusing manner, his shrill cries still rang out. It puzzled his father to no ends what could be wrong with such a young child. But here, sitting on the bed, was a miniature embodiment of all his father had been in childhood.
His entire life, Doctor Bramsfield had coped with an ever-changing personality. Some days it was better than others. Other days, he was volatile and violent, as Aeodhan was now. He secured his son in a firm but gentle grip, a futile attempt to calm what he knew would only pass with time.
"Just wanna play!!" the boy squealed "Just play! You bad! Bad, bad!!" The words struck the doctor harshly.
All at once, the fury was back inside him, where it had laid dormant all morning. "Hush, you!" He growled as he rose swiftly from his knelt position, leaving his son to his tantrum as a fit of impatient rage overtook him. How could he focus on his work now? Now that his mind was elsewhere and the girl had obviously seen through his imposing attitude. His heels rapped harshly on the hardwood floor as he stepped with purpose back through the doors, his child's cries becoming louder and yet calmer. With shaking hands and quick, harsh breaths through clenched teeth, he wrenched the belts from about Lenore's wrists and all but tore her feet from the cuffs.
"Leave! Get OUT!! You troublemaker! You caused this! You ungodly bitch! How dare you speak to my son! As though a crazy like you has any rights to do so! Out, out, OUT!!" He shoved her from the examination table towards the double doors of his office, where two chasers were waiting just outside, posted on either side of the door.