#ᯓᡣ𐭩 helena answers

[wastelandtherapist]

"Well… i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try… if anything i will just leave and go back to the road"

*He knocks on the door to the office*

"You there shrink?"

- @wasteland-straydog

“Yes?”

She yawns a bit and gets up to check on the door, a mug with coffee on her other hand

“Hello, is good seeing you again, how can I help you?”

She says with a smile

[wastelandtherapist]

She pants and gasps, her whole body shaking and wanting to colapse out of sheer fear and distress but she kept going, the moment she saw him she let out a gasps

“ROY!”

She cries out and is quick to hug and check his breathing, blood pressure, heartbeat, anything she can think of to confirm his present here and not a hallucination

“Oh gods, oh gods, are you alright? Are you ok? Please, talk to me, does anywhere hurt? Oh my sweet baby, oh gods”

She cries and hold him close just thanking he is alive, her Roy is alive

She didn’t lose this baby.

(Out of battle, Respawn always worked slower. It wasn’t easy to predict how long it’d take, the machines energy being a very low priority when not in frequent use. But, it worked eventually, and it worked quick. Helena only blinked, and the boys body had disappeared from her arms- blood still staining everything around, sure- but the origin of said gore had seemingly evaporated.)

(Rascal felt himself come to, laying on the floor of the machine. His head hurt like a bitch, and his stomach was in knots. Memories of what happened before he finally died were… not pleasant. Maybe he could just shove them down. Rascal hardly noticed the sound of footsteps growing frantically closer.)

@wastelandtherapist

[wastelandtherapist]

*Overly rough knocking on Helena's office door*

Uh, hello Miss Helena? It's Critter... I had a question for You!! Uh, can I come In??

- @the-critter-tf2

“Oh hello critter! Of course, dear!”

She gets up and goes over to open the door for Critter

“What’s your question, sweetheart?”

[wastelandtherapist]

*he knocks on the door and gently opens it*

Hello...? I was told your free at the moment... can we talk?

- @red-animal-handler

She look up from her writing and nods

“Hello! Of course, come in”

She smiles and lowers the radio

“Please, get comfortable”

[wastelandtherapist]

*the tall figure stands in front of the door of Helen's office and sighs*

"hello?… a friend of mine recommended me to come here… said you were a doc…"

' he waits someone to answer '

-@wasteland-straydog

“Oh hello!”

She opens the door

“Oh I never seen you before, hello, are you newly hired? Welcome! My name is Helena and I’m the psychologist of Mann co.”

She says with a kind smile

[wastelandtherapist]

Helena walks back into the office, had forgotten a letter to put alongside the gifts, seeing Adel crying on the floor makes her worried she quickly kneels down next to him

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, what happened? Didn’t you like the gifts? I can return them no problem!”

She hugs him close

Nurse finds in his office a new bookcase and a few new things alongside a gift tag

“To: Adel 💜 From: Helena”

— @wastelandtherapist

[Nurse stares in shock for a few moments. He hadn't expected anything when he added his list to the pile, mainly adding it so he wasn't questioned for not doing so. He of course notices the fully assembled bookshelf. Either Helena assembled it herself, or she got help from one of the others. Both thoughts made Nurse smile.]

[Nurse picks up the cat plush, his smile widening. He runs his fingers over the multicolored fur. He hugs the plush close to his chest as small tears form in his eyes. He has to sit down as he feels weak. Quickly, small drops in his eyes become tears streaming down his face as he sobs.]

[wastelandtherapist]

A quiet knock on the door. One that Helena had grown somewhat framiliar with a voice could be heard from the other side. “…are you still taking walk-in’s….” The voice sounded almost hollow. There was nervous quiver there was no subtle stutter or sigh. It sounded so cold and so very distant. Norman made his way inside with a level of straightforwardness that was uncanny on him. He wasn’t wearing his cloth mask but rather the bulky respirator. The one that made it harder to read his expressions. “…I- I’m confused.”

“My door open for you, sweetheart”

She says kindly, trying to reassure him

“What are you confused about?”

[wastelandtherapist]

Greetings, Miss Helena. I do not believe we have become aquatinted yet. But, that is alright. I do not require….Therapy.

But, I know of a few who could benefit of your services.

The purple is very pleasing upon the eye, Madame.

“Oh, hello, is wonderful to meet you!”

She smiles

“That’s quite alright, we don’t need to have problems to just talk to someone, sometimes just sharing a good cup of coffee replenishes the soul”

She blushes a bit at the compliment and smiles

“Oh thank you! That’s very sweet!”

[wastelandtherapist]

Hello???? PURPLE FEELINGS-DOCTOR??????? This door needs OPENING. IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!! I am holding an AMERICAN GIFT for your HIPPIE OFFICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She opens the door

“Hello Solly!!! What sort of gift?”

She says with a smile

[wastelandtherapist]

“OH! OH! Ok, that works, that’s lovely, s-see you then!!!!”

We should totally go on a date if you want to, please?

— Totally not Miss Helena

" Who in their right mind would turn down such a lovely gal? " He chuckled warmly, the charm evident in his voice. " I'm free this Saturday — do ya have a place in mind, darlin'? "

[wastelandtherapist]

[there is a gentle knock at the therapists door. A head peaks in, he looks no older then thirty but something about the subtle grey highlights in his dishwater blonde hair and wary eyes indicated he could have been older. A quiet tension in the room- the man speaks up]

“Hello ma’am sorry to interrupt…. What are your rates? Do- do you accept walk ins…”

[the man’s voice sounded shrill- he had a heavy American. Grey eyes darted about the room and he subtly bounced on the balls of his feet like an athlete getting ready to make a run for it. He doesn’t look like the usual crowd around the base]

“Oh sweetheart! Please don’t worry, I don’t charge a penny, I work for Mann Co. I will treat anyone from the company, no questions asked”

She smiles and turns down her radio, which is currently playing a jazzy tune

“I don’t mind walk-in’s, my schedule is free for now”

She reassures him

[wastelandtherapist]

Hello MISS. you mentioned being open for baby sitting yes? Yes? We’ll look at my son HUBERT

Hubert is very good and very well behaved. He has a diaper on underneath the onesie. He walks on all fours like a cat and dose not have thumbs. Please please please I need a BREAK

If you reply positively to this I will give you care instructions as Hubert is very sensitive. I understand if you cannot take him I am simply at my wits end.

“OH WHAT A CUTE LITTLE BABY!!!!! Still in diapers? That’s perfectly alright, I don’t mind taking care of that”

“Of course I can take care of him! Such a polite looking… guy!!! Is it a lil guy?”

[wastelandtherapist]

*trapper knocks on the door of helenas office, he’s holding onto something between his gloves, fidgeting with it a little.*

Um.. ma’am..? Are you in there? I’m sorry if i’m interrupting anything.

- @meet-the-trapper-tf2

“H-hi Trapper… I’m ok… just… hm… can you come here for a second, sweetheart?”

[wastelandtherapist]

A young boy waits outside of Helena's office. His legs swing back and fourth as he waited for her to step out hoping she isn't busy with a client or one of the mercs to go talk to her.

@number1-courier

She opens the door quietly speaking to herself in Portuguese

“Eu não acredito que eu vou ter que esperar o salário de novo… que palhaçada… ‘ai Helena tenha paciência’ eles vão ver a paciência quando eu socar um foguete no c-”

She looks at the boy and stops her angry monologue

“Oh? Hey little buddy, I don’t think I have seen you before… are you… the courier Miss Pauling mentioned?”

She says with a soft voice

[wastelandtherapist]

Trick or treat!!!!

(Looking like One of those cartoony asf wizards)

“There you go Wizard friend! Enjoy your adventures!”

[wastelandtherapist]

In truth, the Medic doesn't expect Helena to arrive. Why would she? He's at the Teufort Motel which isn't known for being the best place, especially for women on their own.

The room he's in, has been properly messed up via him. There's pearly feathers littering the floor from when Archimedes was here. His bed isn't made, and a pillow was thrown against the wall where he swear he saw the Classic Heavy appearing. Yet, the pillow stays in the corner and Medic won't dare retrieve it.

He's scribbled some thoughts and notes on the wall and desk, having forgot his notebook. All in German of course, he won't risk anyone reading his innermost thoughts.

And of course, the bathtub in the restroom has the decaying body of the mailman.

Medic sits on the bed. He's wearing his trousers and his boots, but no waistcoat or coat. His sleeves are rolled up, and his hands are slightly stained red. He looks disheveled, rumpled and perhaps Ms. Pauling was right about considering a break for mental health reasons.

@medic-on-red

He hears a knock on the door, followed by a soft coo and a female voice

“Medic? It’s Helena, can I come in?”

He hears another coo

“I got Archimedes and coloring books”