ext_358815 ([identity profile] damned-doctors.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-04-12 10:49 pm (UTC)

A lot of the time the things that Wilson's patients talked about were impossible for him to connect to. It was steeped into the person's delusion, and Wilson just had to fight to sort through it and pick out the telling parts.

In this case, however, he could completely understand where the woman was coming from, seeing how he'd had his own problems with that lack of information exchange himself. "I definitely agree with you, even if you're right and there's nothing I can do," he started. "A lot of the time I'll come back into the office for the start of the week and find out that a handful of my patients have been discharged... and no one bothered to tell me."

He was supposed to be the one who made decisions like that; since he didn't, sometimes it was hard to know what purpose he was even serving by talking to the patients once a week like this.

Still, it was a cushy job and going back to Princeton apparently wasn't going to happen for a while, so he was going to make the best of his time here. Somehow.

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