Therapy was the thing that was truly driving her mad.
It had been days and days since Adelle had last seen the outside world, or any hint thereof. Her mother had come to visit her once, only resulting in an argument that no one could have predicted, leaving both of the lust women in tears. She'd been within the walls of this clinic for over a month and yet, according to the staff, she still hadn't 'made any progress'. However, on the point-system that the staff had arranged, she was at least behaving properly. No fits, no self-injury, no swearing, no... nothing, really. The girl was despondent every moment that Fitzroy wasn't in her sight - and after the both of them had barred a bathroom door to have some 'private time', the supervisors had done what they could to keep both of the spawn away from each other.
Today, hopefully, was going to be a bit different. At least, that's what she'd been told. The morning routine was the same: Up too early, vitals, medication, breakfast ( for Adelle, this was nothing more than a few bites of granola; it was the most they could actually get her to eat ), shower, yoga, and then back to their rooms for an hour of 'quiet time'. This was where her day was to change, though. Within a couple minutes of the young woman pinning up her hair, turning on her radio, and sitting down to a puzzle that she'd asked to borrow from the game closet, there was a gentle knock on the door. Glancing upward, her eyebrows knitted as the door opened without waiting for consent, as usual.
"This is her room, here. Adelle, it appears that you have a visitor," explained the too-happy man as he ushered in a pale-haired spawn whose face seemed distantly familiar, as though she were an image from a dream. "Just be sure to keep the door open. You two have, oh, about fifty minutes before its time for Adelle to continue with her day."
