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[i_speak_softly]

Who: Donatello, Robert Hastings, and Mia
What: A visit to the clinic.
When: Saturday morning.
Where: ... The clinic. The one in the Battle Dome.
Summary: Don goes to see a doctor, to find out whether his death loss has a name.
Rating: P for Professional

By now, Don has learned some things about his death loss. Words are hard to remember, in any form or language. He has no trouble understanding other people, but he can't speak or read easily. Some words won't come at all, while others pop up unwanted.

He remembers that other people's death losses are often real, if unusual, disorders, and he wonders if his is too. Thus, in the name of scientific curiosity, he laboriously conveys his thought to Robert, and enlists the man as moral support for a visit to the clinic.

Which is where they are now, waiting quietly for a doctor or healer to be ready to see them.


((Having internet problems but will hopefully be able to tag this.))

Comments

I guess I go first? :|a

[semper_cogitans]

To be honest, Robert is anxious and - perhaps somewhere in the back of his mind, where even he doesn't really want to acknowledge it - a little resentful of this whole thing. This is mostly due to the fact that his lengthy search for information has still failed to yield a single concrete piece of data.

He's seen a thousand possible neurological disorders that might cause what Don is experiencing. Many of them basically no longer happen on Terra because of advanced medical technology and screening that occurs immediately at birth - not to mention the tightly-regulated-by-society genetics of the populace. It's no surprise that, even with all his intellect, he hasn't gotten anywhere.

So yes, it's time for outside help. As much as his failure still weighs heavy in his mind, perhaps he can at least contribute to the process of discovering the problem.

... Here's hoping the individual that comes to see them is adept with mental differences.

[frost_jewel]

What they get is a different sort of Adept. The kind that comes with capital letters and magic.

"Hello." Familiar with who Robert and Donatello are but not friendly enough with either to drop her polite mannerisms, she sticks to looking from one to the other a few times. Once unable to work out exactly what's wrong on sight - and she likes that, nobody's bleeding all over the floor - she offers an equally polite smile.

"Are you here to see someone specific?" There's a chance they're visitors, waiting for permission; there's a better chance they want a specific doctor or healer that they know.

[i_speak_softly]

Don shakes his head, and stands up to offer a somewhat stilted introduction.

"My name is Donatello."

He holds out a bent index card, on which a few lines are printed in a precise handwriting:

I'm having difficulty talking right now because of a death loss.
I'm also having trouble with my reading and writing.
I can understand everything you say.
Please be patient with me.

Don watches Mia with a questioning look. Can you help?