XXXVIII--video;

[breakmychest]

[The camera turns on to reveal a frail-looking old woman in Victorian garb. She seems rather confused by the contraption, but she does understand how it works thanks to the general Barge run-down she's received. When she notices that it's recording, she smiles and sits back. She's on a beaten up looking couch and trying to look as if she's not uncomfortable with how old it looks, or how very modern the room is. She partially succeeds.]

Hello, I am Mrs. Anne Pratt. I hear my son William is a Warden here. [She frowns for a moment.] Though I can hardly believe this is his room. He seems to have... adjusted. [Her face smooths over, and she smiles again.] I'm very proud of him, even if I--

[She stops and coughs into a handkerchief for several seconds.] Excuse me. [She sips from a glass of water, then continues.]

It's not the direction I'd have expected, but I am certain he's doing good work.

[She smiles again, then turns off the camera.]

Comments

[bigbad]

[Anne knows it isn't all right, but she also knows it can't be cured, and she doesn't want to worry anyone.]

I do have a doctor back home, and I see him regularly.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

And does he think you're alright?

Private

[bigbad]

[Oh look, she's figured out how to make things private.]

...he does all he can, all anyone can, but I really wouldn't want to worry anyone unnecessarily. I've had a long, happy life already.

Re: Private

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[he hasn't yet, so well done]

Yes, but I'd rather see if there was anything we could do...

And if it's contagious.