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Mara
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Aylin Milton
Psychiatrist PPC


She'd slept poorly. A little concealer hid the shadows beneath her eyes, but did little to erase the worry for her sister. At work, however, professionalism swept her personal conflicts aside. Though she planned to ring home on her lunch break, just to ease her mind.

She was on her fourth cup of coffee by the time she arrived at her office, pausing in her chair to sweep an eye over her morning schedule. The Ascendancy's announcement had brought a deeper layer of conflict to some of the patients. Some of them were not even supposed to have net access, and yet the rumours had wormed their way like wildfire, and left destruction of good work in their wake. It was frustrating, but just one more wave in an endless tide.

Taking a last sip of coffee, she checked her wristwatch. Ten minutes until her first appointment.

Daiyu Sòng.

The girl was young, and the diagnosis, such as it was, was unusual for precisely that reason. Her parents had provided a long history of disturbed behaviour, but it was the suicide that had signed her fate over to the Guardian complex, and placed the patient into Aylin's care. Refusal to accept her identity as Daiyu was classic dissociative behaviour; the problem with the diagnosis, of course, being that there was only one personality: that of the girl's pen name, Mara. And there was no severe trauma in Daiyu's past; at least that anyone had admitted to, meaning that the trigger remained as yet unidentified. They did not even know why the girl had tried to take her own life. Or, medication aside, why she slept so much.

With the youngsters, Aylin did not favour the stuffiness of an office nor the claustrophobia of the patients' rooms. This morning the appointment was scheduled in one of the small recreation rooms; the one with the window facing the gardens. Comfy chairs lined the walls. Tables with strewn board games, a case of carefully vetted books. Sunlight streamed in bright and fresh - another calculated choice.

Since she was early Aylin smoothed down her blouse and took a seat.
"Rivers are veins of the earth through which the lifeblood returns to the heart."
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