"How would you like me to put it, then?" he asked, curious. Mr. Chen apparently had his own thoughts on the matter, protesting the doctor's words as he had.
But then something else was said that drew Dr. Disraeli's attention away from the subject of family. "Someone has tried to kill you here?" His expression turned to one of surprise. Mental Hospitals may not have been the safest of places considering those it housed, but saying that there was an attempt made on his life each night was a bit much. Perhaps he was merely exaggerating the reason behind his injured leg. And aside from that, patients were supposed to be in their rooms at night. Not that there were not some clever enough to get out of their rooms for some reason or another, but this boy would not fall into that "some" for Jizabel. Young Mr. Malloy however...
Dr. Disraeli gave his left desk drawer a passing glance. Maybe that was it.
"If you honestly believe your life is being threatened here," he looked back up, "please let me know, Mr. Chen. It is the job of the staff to ensure every patient's safety within these walls." It wasn't necessarily his job to ensure so, but the therapist was there to draw out information for the rest of the staff also. These meetings had more than a few reasons for being conducted, after all.
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But then something else was said that drew Dr. Disraeli's attention away from the subject of family. "Someone has tried to kill you here?" His expression turned to one of surprise. Mental Hospitals may not have been the safest of places considering those it housed, but saying that there was an attempt made on his life each night was a bit much. Perhaps he was merely exaggerating the reason behind his injured leg. And aside from that, patients were supposed to be in their rooms at night. Not that there were not some clever enough to get out of their rooms for some reason or another, but this boy would not fall into that "some" for Jizabel. Young Mr. Malloy however...
Dr. Disraeli gave his left desk drawer a passing glance. Maybe that was it.
"If you honestly believe your life is being threatened here," he looked back up, "please let me know, Mr. Chen. It is the job of the staff to ensure every patient's safety within these walls." It wasn't necessarily his job to ensure so, but the therapist was there to draw out information for the rest of the staff also. These meetings had more than a few reasons for being conducted, after all.