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Anna O.
24 yrs, female
5'5", 123 lb
Student
Patient transferred directly via ambulance from Massachusetts General Hospital. Presented with self-inflicted laceration wound to the right cheek and upper lip following apparent psychotic breakdown. All decisions for further care to be made by Proxy (biological father) until further evaluation can be made. Referred to Dr. Douglas Morton for furtherÂ…
That's me, Doug Morton. I still get a little kick out of seeing my big important doctor title because medical school was something like an accident. I got married too young, I had kids too young, and then when the shit was hitting the fan at 26 and I was sitting there with my dad's Colt pointed at my temple, I figured, well hell, why not go to med school? So that's what I did. I got accepted into a barely accredited chopshop and only scored a decent job later because I was still young and I knew how to work people long before I got my useless psychiatric degree. I found my niche, I divorced the dog I had married, and left my kids in Indiana to return to my hometown of Boston. Back on the Charles, I was hoping to find some peace of mind, but that became impossible the second I laid eyes on Anna O.
She has a great body by anyone's measurements, but I've seen lots of girls with great bodies (and fucked a few of them too!). It wasn't her body that put the clipboard in front of my pants. It was her inner woman thing. She smells like a wild animal. I can tell already I'm in for a lot of pain treating her. But I can't resist her. If any other doctor tried to take over her case, I already know I'd chop off his nuts and feed them to him on a bed tray.
But back to business. We weren't able to get much relevant information out of Anna's unimpressive father. All we know is that Anna was a standout student and was studying philosophy at a prestigious graduate program out of state when she received the news a few days ago from her brother, John O'Hagerty, that their mother had been killed in a motor vehicle accident on the VFW Highway in West Roxbury. Anna and her mother seem to have been very close, unlike the chilly vibes I get from Daddy Dearest concerning his daughter. When probed further about O'Hagerty family ghosts, we were told to "mind our own business". Seems the bastard's got something to hide. The brother was even less helpful. I am confident that I'll eventually find out everything I need to know from Anna herself.
Anna O. has a large gash on her cheek, stitched up tight. The swelling on her lip has gone down, but she will always have a scar from this incident. I can't look at her and not see the scar. It stares me right in the face. It demands to be seen. It keeps her there in my head when I leave the office, drive home, eat dinner, jerk off and dream of nothing but seeing her and her exquisitely damaged face again tomorrowÂ…
24 yrs, female
5'5", 123 lb
Student
Patient transferred directly via ambulance from Massachusetts General Hospital. Presented with self-inflicted laceration wound to the right cheek and upper lip following apparent psychotic breakdown. All decisions for further care to be made by Proxy (biological father) until further evaluation can be made. Referred to Dr. Douglas Morton for furtherÂ…
That's me, Doug Morton. I still get a little kick out of seeing my big important doctor title because medical school was something like an accident. I got married too young, I had kids too young, and then when the shit was hitting the fan at 26 and I was sitting there with my dad's Colt pointed at my temple, I figured, well hell, why not go to med school? So that's what I did. I got accepted into a barely accredited chopshop and only scored a decent job later because I was still young and I knew how to work people long before I got my useless psychiatric degree. I found my niche, I divorced the dog I had married, and left my kids in Indiana to return to my hometown of Boston. Back on the Charles, I was hoping to find some peace of mind, but that became impossible the second I laid eyes on Anna O.
She has a great body by anyone's measurements, but I've seen lots of girls with great bodies (and fucked a few of them too!). It wasn't her body that put the clipboard in front of my pants. It was her inner woman thing. She smells like a wild animal. I can tell already I'm in for a lot of pain treating her. But I can't resist her. If any other doctor tried to take over her case, I already know I'd chop off his nuts and feed them to him on a bed tray.
But back to business. We weren't able to get much relevant information out of Anna's unimpressive father. All we know is that Anna was a standout student and was studying philosophy at a prestigious graduate program out of state when she received the news a few days ago from her brother, John O'Hagerty, that their mother had been killed in a motor vehicle accident on the VFW Highway in West Roxbury. Anna and her mother seem to have been very close, unlike the chilly vibes I get from Daddy Dearest concerning his daughter. When probed further about O'Hagerty family ghosts, we were told to "mind our own business". Seems the bastard's got something to hide. The brother was even less helpful. I am confident that I'll eventually find out everything I need to know from Anna herself.
Anna O. has a large gash on her cheek, stitched up tight. The swelling on her lip has gone down, but she will always have a scar from this incident. I can't look at her and not see the scar. It stares me right in the face. It demands to be seen. It keeps her there in my head when I leave the office, drive home, eat dinner, jerk off and dream of nothing but seeing her and her exquisitely damaged face again tomorrowÂ…