I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU && visiting malphas.

[madster]

malphas was an enigma of a person. he was crude, and clearly an asshole, but he had his moments of clarity. he and delilah weren't too different, to be honest- both suffered with their problems and weren't handling it so well. malphas was a well-known suicidal alcoholic who sometimes did things for attention or comfort- delilah was obviously a much better person than him, but post traumatic stress disorder was the great equalizer. malphas, the bratty medic, had it, and so did delilah, the innocent girl. she didn't deserve it. malphas thought he deserved his own issues.

he was quite the hypocrite. earlier that day, malphas had gotten drugs from his brother- some anti-depressants for delilah and then some weed for stocking, but he never medicated himself with anything but alcohol. what a great medic was. he couldn't even take his advice. he hummed, working in his house. unfortunately, tanglewood didn't really have a place where the medics gathered- to be honest, it was just mostly malphas doing everything. he operated out of his own house, which was in the town, but a lot of people just walked in for his assistance, which was fine. walk-ins were just as valid as appointments.

despite his personality, malphas' house was quite organized. one half was the medical bay, as he called it- a few beds were neatly lined up in a row, decorated with soft pillows and blankets. in the corner was pull-out drawers of herbs, neatly labeled. on the wall malphas had written notes to himself, herb counts, and there were even some anatomical drawings ripped out from a book taped to the wall for his reference. the whole room was illuminated with the soft yellow glow of a few candles, creating a surprisingly calm atmosphere. malphas' personal quarters were hid by a divider for the other half of the room, but there wasn't anything special about his area.

he heard deliah walk in, and he turned, having been putting the drugs he acquired into a pill bottle. without looking up from his work, he spoke. "hey, delilah," he spoke, his words soft- he was clearly tired and in pain from his alcohol withdrawls. still, despite his pain, he'd care for delilah. his patients were more important than anything else. "what can i get for you today? i, uh- got some pills, if you're interested. it's just some fluoxetine, i think-" he said, looking at the pill bottle. "or if you're more interested in organic shit, i can do that for you too. i just know a lot of my patients tend to prefer some more modern solutions."