A Very Important Date [quincyquartermaster]
Quincy fidgeted in his seat, seeming uncomfortable. Something the doctor surely seen before- when a man would have to talk about some ‘problem’, most likely.
He tried for a smile, forcing it back up several times when it tried to twitch into a frown.
“I know you are not a specialist. You may not even know anything of the subject. But… I fear my mental health is faltering. Or, rather, has been faltering for some time. I need help with it.”
Mm, yes, this man’s unease was familiar to him as was to be expected. Although, he had to say, it looked very out of place to one in such a position above himself. He usually made a habit of laying it on thick for his uppers (an exclusion of Frau Administrator - who saw through him easier than he saw through himself).
Also excluded were patients; he needed a returning client base, so-called “pockets” especially. It was also second nature for him to shroud himself in professional apathy, so the decision was not a conscious one.
He did, however, appreciate this man’s faltering attempts. He was a little too, what was the word, soft for administration work. Then again, he was no expert on the subject. Still, it made this man that much more susceptible to Rademacher’s natural personality.
He quirked an eyebrow. Yes, a little soft. What an odd request if there ever was one (and an abuse of power too, but things such as that could be overlooked).
As Friedrich was fond of saying: he didn’t need a degree to figure someone out. And in his typical fashion, he also claimed not to be anyone’s Gottverdammt therapist He had a skill, but he never felt inclined to use it beyond his own purposes.
Still, business was business.
“Consider this fair warning: you’d be better off with a licensed psychologist or a psychiatrist, depending on the degree of your problem.”
“People we do not have on the payroll. Those above me are rather stingy on where the money goes, be it mercenaries or supplies. Things are spread thin, and even with my own funds I could not persuade any sane professional out here for one patient.”
Anyone of that sort would not be permitted to leave. Much like the late director.
“If you think you have the ability to help me in any way, then you are the best option I have. Another blowout could mean my job.”
He sounded near desperate. Something he rarely showed anyone, under any circumstance- but if this man was to help him, he would have to be open. Wouldn’t hurt, being in such a way with one person out of the entire organization.