[NPC Jacob] Good Cop
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July 23 2006, 02:15:21 UTC
Jacob considered the woman in the hospital bed, noting carefully how a full night's sleep had mellowed her. If he hadn't experienced first hand her ability to fight back - with teeth and claws - he might have doubted that it ever happened. The woman in the bed, poking with resignation at her breakfast, was not the same hellcat from the day before. Not that he faulted her for fighting back; Jacob imagined that he would have done the same had situations been reversed. Truth was, it probably did her some good to try the fight early on; it showed her that there really was no escape.
He should have felt bad about that, and maybe a tiny part of him did. It wasn't the tiny part that felt bad that Dharma had hired though. It was the part that did what it was told, checked his conscience at the door and collected a paycheck. He was no longer just a nurse, he was a part of the Dharma Initiative and that would mean something someday. Jacob didn't know what; the information regarding what the purpose of capturing the plane crash survivors - or even explaining some of the more rumored to be unusual arrivals of other types - was on a need to know basis. Jacob was not high enough up to need to know.
Jacob didn't know what promicin* was, only that it wasn't one of any of the enzymes he learned about in nursing school. He didn't know why Ami Jackson needed to receive a continuously monitored dose of a promicin inhibitor, and he didn't know why they continuously monitored her body for phosphates, recorded her body temperature, or any of another different tests and monitors that were performed on her. Not that he wasn't curious; he just hadn't found the opportunity yet to ask.
"You want to use the restroom?" Jacob repeated.
"If it's not too much to ask," Jackson said. She glanced up at him, then flustered and went back to picking at her breakfast. Either she was a damn good actress or she really didn't want to use the bed pan with him on hand to help.
She was pretty damn hot too and the accent didn't hurt one little bit. It couldn't hurt to play nice to her a bit, could it? Jacob might learn something about her, something the higher ups didn't want to share. (Something that might be useful and make me more useful.)
Not to mention that if she was here long enough - and she very likely would be - she might like having a friend on the inside. Especially when she finally got lonely. (Then she'll be real grateful.)
"Fisher, let's escort the lady to the restroom."
Fisher stared at him as though he'd grown a second head. "That's not protocol." Those dark, beady, creepy eyes of Fisher's darted to the security camera, his hand rising to the microphone button on his collar. "We need to clear that with Dr. Sakai."
"Fine," Jacob agreed. "You clear it with the doctor. You can also change the sheets when Miss Jackson pisses on them. Or throws the bed pan at you."
Actually, Jacob didn't put it past the woman to pull such a stunt given her antics the previous day.
Fisher wavered. Jacob ignored him and turned to the patient. "This will take some time. I'll have to unhook your monitors, but you'll have to stay attached to the IV."
"Just like having an appendix removed," Miss Jackson nodded.
Jacob had seen her chart. "You still have your appendix."
"I didn't say my appendix. I've had a few friends in the hospital - if that's what you want to try and convince me this place is - I know the routine."
"This is your ass, Walker," Fisher growled, but he didn't key the microphone. "I'm not getting in trouble for disobeying protocol."
Coming around to the side of the bed, Jacob gave the lovely Brit a smile and a wink as he began to detach her from the array of monitors, "Your objection is noted."
He should have felt bad about that, and maybe a tiny part of him did. It wasn't the tiny part that felt bad that Dharma had hired though. It was the part that did what it was told, checked his conscience at the door and collected a paycheck. He was no longer just a nurse, he was a part of the Dharma Initiative and that would mean something someday. Jacob didn't know what; the information regarding what the purpose of capturing the plane crash survivors - or even explaining some of the more rumored to be unusual arrivals of other types - was on a need to know basis. Jacob was not high enough up to need to know.
Jacob didn't know what promicin* was, only that it wasn't one of any of the enzymes he learned about in nursing school. He didn't know why Ami Jackson needed to receive a continuously monitored dose of a promicin inhibitor, and he didn't know why they continuously monitored her body for phosphates, recorded her body temperature, or any of another different tests and monitors that were performed on her. Not that he wasn't curious; he just hadn't found the opportunity yet to ask.
"You want to use the restroom?" Jacob repeated.
"If it's not too much to ask," Jackson said. She glanced up at him, then flustered and went back to picking at her breakfast. Either she was a damn good actress or she really didn't want to use the bed pan with him on hand to help.
She was pretty damn hot too and the accent didn't hurt one little bit. It couldn't hurt to play nice to her a bit, could it? Jacob might learn something about her, something the higher ups didn't want to share. (Something that might be useful and make me more useful.)
Not to mention that if she was here long enough - and she very likely would be - she might like having a friend on the inside. Especially when she finally got lonely. (Then she'll be real grateful.)
"Fisher, let's escort the lady to the restroom."
Fisher stared at him as though he'd grown a second head. "That's not protocol." Those dark, beady, creepy eyes of Fisher's darted to the security camera, his hand rising to the microphone button on his collar. "We need to clear that with Dr. Sakai."
"Fine," Jacob agreed. "You clear it with the doctor. You can also change the sheets when Miss Jackson pisses on them. Or throws the bed pan at you."
Actually, Jacob didn't put it past the woman to pull such a stunt given her antics the previous day.
Fisher wavered. Jacob ignored him and turned to the patient. "This will take some time. I'll have to unhook your monitors, but you'll have to stay attached to the IV."
"Just like having an appendix removed," Miss Jackson nodded.
Jacob had seen her chart. "You still have your appendix."
"I didn't say my appendix. I've had a few friends in the hospital - if that's what you want to try and convince me this place is - I know the routine."
"This is your ass, Walker," Fisher growled, but he didn't key the microphone. "I'm not getting in trouble for disobeying protocol."
Coming around to the side of the bed, Jacob gave the lovely Brit a smile and a wink as he began to detach her from the array of monitors, "Your objection is noted."
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