Adnaj stared at Philomena, silently. He spent a second or two in the quiet gaze. This was blatant enough of a sign for him to identify. He may not have had the aptitude to pick up on subtle cues of mood and demeanor, but he recognized the hopeless sort of frustration in her voice. He detected the hint of a depressive manner.
Despite the fact that he was able to recognize her emotional state, he relinquished."I suppose not." He knew that pressing the issue would only make things worse for his patient. He did not want her to retreat further into sorrow and hopelessness. Most importantly, he did not want to create any kind of environment where an adversarial relationship could interfere with his ability to help her. "I know the nature of the trauma and I imagine that that information should suffice.
He stood up, gesturing for her to follow. "We will proceed with treatment in room number 3."
The hallway that he led her down was poorly lit, mostly because the main source of light was a multitude of windows along the left side of the hall. There were a few candles mounted against the wall but now, during the daylight hours, they were unlit. The hall was bare, devoid of any decoration and gave a sterile, impersonal impression. Due to the lack of any paintings, rugs or furniture, their footsteps bounced off of the cold marble floors and resonated through the entire clinic.
Adnaj opened a door with an iron "3" nailed into it and led her to a white table. As he allowed her time to gather herself and take a seat on the table (which looked relatively comfortable for what one could expect to find in a medical clinic) Adnaj gathered a handful of needles which looked far, far to thin and small to have had any kind of traditional, medical usage.
Despite the fact that he was able to recognize her emotional state, he relinquished."I suppose not." He knew that pressing the issue would only make things worse for his patient. He did not want her to retreat further into sorrow and hopelessness. Most importantly, he did not want to create any kind of environment where an adversarial relationship could interfere with his ability to help her. "I know the nature of the trauma and I imagine that that information should suffice.
He stood up, gesturing for her to follow. "We will proceed with treatment in room number 3."
The hallway that he led her down was poorly lit, mostly because the main source of light was a multitude of windows along the left side of the hall. There were a few candles mounted against the wall but now, during the daylight hours, they were unlit. The hall was bare, devoid of any decoration and gave a sterile, impersonal impression. Due to the lack of any paintings, rugs or furniture, their footsteps bounced off of the cold marble floors and resonated through the entire clinic.
Adnaj opened a door with an iron "3" nailed into it and led her to a white table. As he allowed her time to gather herself and take a seat on the table (which looked relatively comfortable for what one could expect to find in a medical clinic) Adnaj gathered a handful of needles which looked far, far to thin and small to have had any kind of traditional, medical usage.