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Post by Cal Hunt on Aug 3, 2021 20:42:58 GMT
[ continued from archive site ]
If only Dr. Hunt knew what he was agreeing to...
But alas, he didn't. It had just been a mindless remark, and something he didn't expect Mrs. Anderson to actually agree to. Not that he would ever say no to food.
'Now that I'd like to see.'
He smirked lightly. "What? Would he not heed a doctor's orders?" he challenged lightly. Not that he was going to argue with the guy, but he would definitely let him know his wife's situation and what she needed to do in order to remain in good health. That smirk only intensified when she seemed to like the idea of taking Paige out on walks. He didn't know these women well, but he knew that it would either be a great thing or complete misery for one of them...and he certainly found some amusement in that.
Cal's expression sobered when she finally explained how she was feeling, and he nodded lightly. She said she was worried about her kids, and he caught himself almost asking why, but refrained. "Well, unnecessary stress doesn't help," he pointed out gently. "I could take a look at your medication- see if we can change up the dose or find something else that might make you feel a little better." Then that smile returned, albeit smaller and softer than before. "You're not old yet, Brenda. We'll find something that works best for you."
As he jotted down some more notes, she went on to talk about Paige, and he tried not to seem like he was paying complete attention to it...but he heard every word. He understood everything she was describing because he had lived it once. In certain ways, he still was.
A gentle sigh, he set her chart down and leaned against the counter; running a hand down his face in thought. "It does change some of us," he began, unsure of whether or not the woman knew that he himself had served. "Sometimes, we're able to overcome it and it's nothing but a distant memory. Other times, it can haunt us, sneak up on us when we least expect it. Come out of nowhere without warning in the middle of the night, or the movie theater, or when we're out to eat..." Cal hesitated, again not wanting to say too much about Paige even though he was speaking to her mother. It was Paige's story to tell, not his. "She flickers between both worlds and just needs to find her way out. And she can."
This had gotten too deep and too dark too fast. Clearing his throat, he let out another small sigh. "So yes, you do need to think about yourself first, because you can't be there for any of them if you're ill, yeah?" He looked at her pointedly, although the glint of a tease was still in his eyes, if only to soften the blow. "And I'm not here to tell you what to do in this regard, but...you should probably tell them. Were you my mother, I would want to know so that I could help you." |
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Post by Brenda Anderson on Sept 10, 2021 17:55:35 GMT
Brenda nodded her head in appreciation at Cal’s offer to change up her dosage. If the Doc thought it would help, then she was all open for it. She grinned as he told her she wasn’t old yet and chuckled. Refraining from making the comments she wanted to make, that he had to be careful telling a lady that sort of thing.
After she’d told him her concerns about Paige she leaned back a bit, canting her head in curiosity as Cal spoke. She hadn’t taken him for serving, but there was also a lot that she didn’t know about the doc. He refused to meet or join any of the other packs, so it made it difficult to get to know him when he seemed determined to be alone. But maybe knowing this little bit would help Brenda in understanding him, and maybe, it was what she needed to help understand Paige too.
Brenda started to gnaw on her lip then, thinking about Paige’s nightmares. Sometimes she’d hear her waking up screaming, and Ralf would go check on her. It wasn’t often, but enough to make Brenda’s inner momma wolf pace in apprehension in not knowing how to help her pup. “How do we help her with the nightmares? Do I slip something in her tea?” She asked. Unable to help herself. She didn’t know if Paige talked to him about the nightmares or not, or if he’d already told her daughter how to manage it.
She suddenly felt like Cal was acting like her own mother, but wasn’t that what doctors did? She couldn’t help the laugh then as he told her she should tell her kids what was wrong. “If you think one Ralf is bad, I’ll have four more hovering hens and I won’t get anything done!” She exclaimed. “They have enough to worry about as is, and besides we’re managing it aren’t we?” Her hope was to get it under control so then she wouldn’t have to tell the kids and she could just treat it with her daily meds.
That, however, was Brenda being too overly optimistic. She knew Ralf was getting more nervous the longer she procrastinated, and she knew the doc had a point. She sighed, pursed her lips. “Maybe I’ll tell one of them.” The one who could handle knowing better than the others.
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Post by Cal Hunt on Sept 24, 2021 2:19:05 GMT
Even if Cal had been okay with finding another pack or sometimes being around other wolves more often (and not just during work hours), it was likely that he wouldn't say much about himself. Talking about his past was always a bit no, even with Blake now. When shit hit the fan, he told his friend everything, but after that? Well, he rarely ever brought it up, and fortunately, his buddy understood not to question it.
Cal chuckled lowly, "No, you don't drug you." He almost rolled his eyes at that but refrained. He was sure she was joking...hopefully. "She needs to want to speak to someone about it, and offering to lend an ear might help." Could help or possibly make it worse. It was hard to tell in these cases.
All he could do was smirk as she spoke of her family. Brenda should be happy to have so many that cared about her, but he could also understand that it could get overwhelming. Been there, done that, so to speak. "Yes, we're managing it, but it's not going to go away, Brenda," he told her gently. Her wolfish side was certainly helping to keep it at a manageable level, but that wouldn't be enough.
'Maybe I'll tell one of them.'
He paused before laughing again. "I can't tell you what to do in that department, but...wouldn't that just make things worse? Especially if the others find out?" He wasn't sure if he had to elaborate or not as he turned to begin writing a new script. Tearing it from the pad, he walked back over to hand it to her. |
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