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griffin Okay, so it might not actually be endless, but after two doors it seemed endless, and that was what mattered to her right now. Cordelia had no way of knowing how many more doors she would have to get through. It wasn’t necessarily that she didn’t know the answer to this question, more like she just couldn’t handle this many doors. Her emotional toolbox wasn’t equipped with constructive or positive ways of dealing with stress. Cordelia recoiled at a sudden unfamiliar touch. ”No, no, no” Who was this person? Would they help her or hurt her? Cordelia wasn’t sure what to think of his intentions. ”Too many doors, too many questions.” Low blood sugar in the mix too? Maybe, she hadn’t checked. That was sometimes a cause of anxiety. Or maybe it was just normal anxiety, because that happened too.
Oops, maybe he shouldn't have touched her. He should have thought that one through.
"Hey, deep breaths." He'd never really tried to help someone before, but he was trying to think of what would help him if he was in her position.
"I'm sure there's not many more now. The sooner we answer the questions, the sooner we get out of here. Come on, want to come with me?"
He briefly read over the parchment on this door. Which one of them was informed consent? It definitely wasn't the first one about being half asleep. The second one sounded good. He kept that one in the back of his mind. He'd come back to it. Checking if they were allergic wasn't enough to be informed consent. The one about saying yes sounded alright too, but technically the best answer would be a combination of that one and the second one. Understanding and saying yes were both required for informed consent. So he tapped his wand on
none of the above. Would the small girl be able to sneak through a door that he opened? He kind of doubted it. Still, he could help her get through. Of course that was assuming that he had, in fact, gotten the right answer.