Dr. Henry Fines, MD
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Dr. Fines sat in his car outside of the silent auction. He'd been there a good twenty minutes, watching people filter in. He looked himself over in the rearview mirror, checking on his hair. You should have let me go. You look ridiculous. Henry shook his head lightly and reached into his inner jacket pocket for a bottle of pills. He popped the top and shook a single, white, oval pill into his slightly shaky hand. Throwing the pill into the back of his throat, he swallowed it dry.
Your suit is atrocious. Even if you would have worn mine, you wouldn't have been able to pull it off. You're useless.
"You would have tormented me to no end if I had worn one of yours." Henry stepped out of the empty car, hoping the medication would kick in. As he finally moved towards the building, he gave the other man a farewell. "Go to sleep and leave me be."
Inside, Henry took a steadying breath, trying to mentally prepare himself for a large gathering. He had a brief surge of anxiety as he walked through the upper doors but he was able to calm it. He was looking for a seat in the back when Ms. Picket appeared before him, her hand outstretched with a small strip of paper.
"Good evening, Doctor, and welcome. I'm glad you've decided to come. I think it'll be worth your while."
Henry took the little paper from her. #113. He played with it between his hands, trying to focus on the texture as a trick of distraction. "Oh, I... I'm not really sure why I'm here, to be honest."
She smiled up at him, "Well, I'm glad you followed your instincts.. or heart." She gestured into the room. "You never know what you may find."
Henry looked over the room again and made out where the items for auction were. He gave an awkward wave to anyone who acknowledged him. He was already feeling overwhelmed. He watched the interaction between Adrian and Liesl with interest. He, himself, had never felt any sort of romantic or sexual inkling towards anyone, regardless of gender. He found the human connection fascinating though.
He watched the ladies look over the jewelry and other delicate items and the men gravitate towards the weapons. Predictable. But predictable was something he welcomed. He strolled past the items, pausing for a brief moment to look at the rose. He wondered what it was made from since it looked so real and alive. He passed up the jewelry and weapons until he spotted the pocket watch. That was more his speed but before he picked it up, something else called to him.
Henry stood before a leather case lined with worn, red velvet. Carefully secured under leather straps were old, hand-blown vials, flasks, beakers, crucibles, and burettes. His fingers trailed over the glass fixtures. There was a sense of familiarity but something else underlying. Fear? Sorrow?... Shame?
Your suit is atrocious. Even if you would have worn mine, you wouldn't have been able to pull it off. You're useless.
"You would have tormented me to no end if I had worn one of yours." Henry stepped out of the empty car, hoping the medication would kick in. As he finally moved towards the building, he gave the other man a farewell. "Go to sleep and leave me be."
Inside, Henry took a steadying breath, trying to mentally prepare himself for a large gathering. He had a brief surge of anxiety as he walked through the upper doors but he was able to calm it. He was looking for a seat in the back when Ms. Picket appeared before him, her hand outstretched with a small strip of paper.
"Good evening, Doctor, and welcome. I'm glad you've decided to come. I think it'll be worth your while."
Henry took the little paper from her. #113. He played with it between his hands, trying to focus on the texture as a trick of distraction. "Oh, I... I'm not really sure why I'm here, to be honest."
She smiled up at him, "Well, I'm glad you followed your instincts.. or heart." She gestured into the room. "You never know what you may find."
Henry looked over the room again and made out where the items for auction were. He gave an awkward wave to anyone who acknowledged him. He was already feeling overwhelmed. He watched the interaction between Adrian and Liesl with interest. He, himself, had never felt any sort of romantic or sexual inkling towards anyone, regardless of gender. He found the human connection fascinating though.
He watched the ladies look over the jewelry and other delicate items and the men gravitate towards the weapons. Predictable. But predictable was something he welcomed. He strolled past the items, pausing for a brief moment to look at the rose. He wondered what it was made from since it looked so real and alive. He passed up the jewelry and weapons until he spotted the pocket watch. That was more his speed but before he picked it up, something else called to him.
Henry stood before a leather case lined with worn, red velvet. Carefully secured under leather straps were old, hand-blown vials, flasks, beakers, crucibles, and burettes. His fingers trailed over the glass fixtures. There was a sense of familiarity but something else underlying. Fear? Sorrow?... Shame?