[For Rahne]

[dr_robchase]

Chase wasn't sure that he'd ever be really used to the quiet of the psych office. Sure, even the clinic wasn't that busy, but there was the guarantee that if there was a sudden emergency, you would have to think on your feet and have steady hands as you operated on a person. Here, all you had was quiet. Even if there was an emergency, they took time. The mind was a complex and difficult thing to bear and Chase was still getting used to the pace, even if he knew the ins and chemical outs.

He was shuffling about the office as he put in his hours, sleeves rolled up and books being shelved away as he researched slightly more strange conditions to match the slightly strange people the Island tended to house.

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[dr_robchase]

He nodded as he reached for her file to add that note to it, knowing that much, at least. "Do you have a support system here on the Island? People that you know that I could suggest you talk to in the event of a harrowing session?"

[tearsthrulife.livejournal.com]

"I do, aye," Rahne confirms, grateful for that, if not much else. She honestly didn't know what she'd have done if she were dealing with all of this on her own. "Do ye need to make note of names, or do ye just take my word for it?"

[dr_robchase]

"No, I trust you," Chase assured easily, giving her a small smile to prove that fact, even though he hasn't got much to go on in the name of trust. He doesn't need it yet. If things get bad, he can ask around. It's a small community. Better to give her his trust now.