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When; Tuesday morning
Rating; PG
Characters; Blair![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_waldorf and Cuddy dr_tightass
Summary; TBA
Log;
Blair stood in front of the doctor's door, deliberating on whether or not she should turn on her heels and go back home right now. She glanced at her watch, pouting at what she saw. Five more minutes to decide. She would either have the appointment on time or not come at all. Late is just not in her vocabulary.
She frowned. Two years ago she would never have gone to a doctor on her own will, even if she knew that she had a problem that needed fixing. But she was eighteen now, an adult. She promised herself she would be a proper and responsible lady. This was a responsible thing to do, or at least the course of action that she found to be the wisest. It was obvious that she could not tell anyone else. She would never.
Besides, things have been starting to scare her lately.
Another glance to her watch showed that it was now three minutes to nine. Blair smoothed down her skirt and fiddled with her shirt, rearranging her hair. Brights always made her feel happier. She took a deep breath before rapping on the door.
Rating; PG
Characters; Blair
miss_waldorf and Cuddy dr_tightassSummary; TBA
Log;
Blair stood in front of the doctor's door, deliberating on whether or not she should turn on her heels and go back home right now. She glanced at her watch, pouting at what she saw. Five more minutes to decide. She would either have the appointment on time or not come at all. Late is just not in her vocabulary.
She frowned. Two years ago she would never have gone to a doctor on her own will, even if she knew that she had a problem that needed fixing. But she was eighteen now, an adult. She promised herself she would be a proper and responsible lady. This was a responsible thing to do, or at least the course of action that she found to be the wisest. It was obvious that she could not tell anyone else. She would never.
Besides, things have been starting to scare her lately.
Another glance to her watch showed that it was now three minutes to nine. Blair smoothed down her skirt and fiddled with her shirt, rearranging her hair. Brights always made her feel happier. She took a deep breath before rapping on the door.
