"Yuna, where were your parents to help you with the glass? What happened when they found you?" Alex rattled on with the questions as his fingers worked through her hair and then down to brush against the side of her cheek. The hand quickly found its way back up to her hair that was so beautifully maintained and something he expected to be maintained. He looked down at her like a father would his daughter. Alex really did care for his patients, knowing the fate that he was going to push them into was beside the point. While still in this stage they were people he needed to help.<br/><br/>"Anyone can get better they just need the right help and support." Alex spoke with a confidence that would display the power behind his words, he was quite convinced that he could make people better. And in a few weeks he expected Yuna to be just a little better. All he needed was to break through her walls a little more and get to the source of the problem, Which he was starting to see as a lack of affection on the part of her parents which led to a need to obsess about something she felt would give her nourishment. Instead of turning to friends or even telling her parents there was a problem, she chose to latch onto blood and pain.<br/><br/><br/>Alex was going to need her to feel that there was no need to turn internally for support, she could find it from others. That was something that to instill in her was going to take quite a while. He hoped she gave him the chance to.