~ The Fragrant Ladies ~
- '. . .Please get undressed.' Urged the physician - Assef Jamil - in an autonomous and factual voice, as he once again entered the chamber in the chilly basement. This time with a different young woman in tow. The door was labeled; "Electroshock Therapy"(العلاج بالصدمة الكهربائية) in an angular font, across the milky glass window. A type of treatment which had risen tremendously in popularity over the last few years, although typicaly used in the name of different sciences.
Assef Jamil walked in first, sat down in a chair, swung one leg over the other and opened up his notebook. In an instant, he was thoroughly engrossed.
Shaza halted once inside, staring blankly at him. She had followed in silence, lost in thought, obsessing about recent events. Specifically, those venomous words she'd so spitefully spat in the face of her friend from the cold north that morning. So villainous had she herself been, it was almost comical to think back on. Almost.
- 'Why?' She asked calmly, after managing to swallow the cumbersome lump in her throat.
Surprised, the physician looked up at her. - '...Pardon?' He said in a soft voice after a moment.
- 'Why must I be naked?' Shaza hastily elaborated monotonously, while clenching a fist. A tuft of her raven black hair, tucked behind her ear, unhooked itself and covered her eye.
The physician dipped back into his notes, and began to vacantly thumb through the pages at random. - '...I - I am sorry. I just realized it has been so long since you spoke to me.'