Stella turned her head toward the door the moment she saw it open. Almost immediately she felt her heart begin to race as fear began to set in. This was her first incident at Rosanam and she worried about what it would mean for her future. She wanted to get out, wanted her rights restored. But being admitted against her own will and permission, she didn’t think there was much of a chance it would happen any time soon. And now with this on her record, she was sure that the little hope she’d had at getting out sooner than later had pretty much been struck through and killed.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes briefly, Stella decided it was just best to accept the fate that was befalling her. After all, the doctors didn’t know what her parents had done to her with the lying, that it was them who brought here when she truly didn’t belong. They just wanted her better, to help her through her problems and gain a better understanding of herself. Right? She hoped that was the case with these doctors. Oh god, she hoped.<br/><br/>At that, Stella opened her eyes and allowed them to look upon the doctor who’d entered the room. As she looked at him, she felt an odd sense of relief settle deep inside her body, replacing all the worry that had been consuming her only moments ago. That feeling of ease was only furthered when the orderlies left and the doctor was able to drop the façade he’d obviously been carrying so as to keep the orderlies in line with what could’ve been a potential situation.<br/><br/>When the doctor finally spoke, his voice calm and soothing as he introduced himself, Stella just nodded, her hands wishing that they could brush away the tears she felt streaking her pale cheeks. Dr. Jacobson was gentle in his approach, in the way he touched her wounded wrists. She was grateful that he seemed to have a caring attitude and it gave her hope that the rest of the staff, orderlies aside it would seem, of Rosanam had a similar outlook on all their patients. Maybe… just maybe… it wouldn’t be so bad if that thought held true.<br/><br/>Dr. Jacobson examined Stella’s wrists. She knew nothing was broken, just bruised and possibly sprained, but the way he seemed concerned that she might have damaged her bones made her feel safe and comforted. It made her feel like she actually mattered as a patient. When he finished looking over her injuries and offered her the ibuprofen, she gave him a smile.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” Stella whispered softly, averting her eyes away from the doctor’s face. She was grateful that he was treating her with a level of understanding, not making her feel totally crazy. She knew she had problems, but even still, her mind was her own. “That’s fine. I don’t need the water,” she then added.<br/><br/>Returning her gaze to Dr. Jacobson, Stella leaned forward a little causing a vein in her neck to stand out ever so slightly. Opening her mouth, she waited for the man to give her the pain pills.