Day 53: Doctor's Office 8 (Dr. Disraeli) [Second Shift]

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[See doctor post, see doctor fail]The middle of the week. Somewhere in-between making progress and having managed nothing. Days like this made Disraeli wish he had more interesting patients in the beginning of the work week. He'd accomplished little to nothing with the previous day's patients; or so he'd believed before arriving at work that day,

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"...How could you go on saying you're becoming a 'true warrior' when you're nothing but a bully?" the drug's scathing voice echoed inside Sechs' head, "I'd say you enjoyed yourself a tad too much when you attacked all those defenseless patients last night!"

"Shut up!" Sechs wearily snapped back at the parasite, his words slurred by the heavy dose of sedatives plaguing his system, "I was being controlled--"

"True, but would you still have behaved that way even if you never ended up in this institute?" the drug retorted with a condescending tone, "You've been called an 'amoral brute' before for a good reason! Stupid beasts like you don't EVER make 'true warriors'!"

"I said SHUT UP!" Sechs snapped, not caring how crazy he must have looked to the orderlies leading him down the hall, "I'm not listening to a FUCKING OIL SLICK in my BACK!"

"Fine! I'll just wait until you get your hollow head screwed on a bit tighter then!" the drug replied, ending its words with a faint chuckle, "Meanwhile, I suggest you think over what I said..."

The dark voice finally left Sechs in peace, but his already horrible day was just getting started. In the dense fog of his sedation, Sechs couldn't remember eating his breakfast, but he could recall the moment he received another needle in his arm for reacting to something a nurse said to him... He couldn't remember what it was though. Right then, he was too focused on keeping up his drunken pace with the orderlies who supported him by the arms as they slowly trudged down a hallway. He didn't care about where the staff were leading him, he just wanted to take a long nap and forget all the pain he was going through...

Sometime later, Sechs was woken out of his daze by the sensation of arms carefully placing him onto what felt like a soft, padded chair. The Replica gave out an irritated groan, but didn't struggle as the hands propped his head up against a pillow. The sound of a door being closed was heard, and Sechs' shaggy head drooped back down to his chest. What the heck was that all about...?

Once his sluggish brain caught up with his new placement, Sechs gingerly raised his scruffy head -- and groaned at what he saw once his eyes focused.

"...Shit!" he grumbled, letting his head fall back down with a sigh, "I don't wanna talk to you...!"

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The state of his most familiar patient was not one Jizabel had been hoping for. By how the nurse had needed to lead the man in, he was very clearly under sedation, and not a small dose by any means. There should have been restrictions on how much sedation a patient could have before therapy - it made things particularly difficult for the doctor. Not only was his patient not able to process properly, there was little Jizabel could administer on his own volition for fear of unforeseen side-effects.

"I'm rather surprised you are able to in the first place," Dr. Disraeli responded once the nurse was clear of the room. He let some concern show on his face, though not so much so as to break his professionalism. Patients here would be sedated now and again, and apparently they could enter his office after the fact. Until he spoke with the other doctors on such matters, he would simply have to deal with the occurrence. "Your day is not going very well, I see."

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"What clued you in on that, huh?!" Sechs growled, pressing his heavy head against the chair to keep his focus steady. All his limbs may have felt numb and distant, but his fear of being vulnerable forced his brain to fight against the sedatives. By now he hated being around doctors, no matter how harmless or concerned they appeared; he couldn't trust any of them, not after all the shit he had been put through in the institute so far...

Meanwhile, the power of the sedatives was like too much lubricant between the joints of Sechs' limbs, clogging them up and rendering him sluggishly clumsy; yet they also seemed to oil the connection between his mind and heart, and before Sechs could help it, he suddenly found himself blurting out at the doctor.

"Of COURSE it's not going 'very well'! You FUCKING sickos USED me last night!" he snarled, just managing to keep his words from slurring too close together in his barely subdued rage, "I keep telling ya that you can't just use me like some toy! But...!"

Sechs faltered; his eyes fell down to his knees, fingers weakly clenching into his seat. The sensation of something awful and impossibly huge was crawling its way up his throat and into his eyes. The sudden arrival of such a foreign feeling threatened the lone warrior, and immediately he let his head drop to his chest once more, clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes tight against the unwanted emotion that was building up in his throat.

"I'm not someone's mindless tool or Alita's worthless shadow anymore!" he forced out through the shudder in his chest, "But you DAMN assholes keep shoving all that back onto me!"

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The doctor took the accusations in stride, letting the patient vent what he would. Their previous session had been calmer in comparison, but those circumstances had been different - Sechs hadn't been sedated, for starters. And he certainly had not been so angered either.

"I did not mean to upset you, Mr. Sechs. Please, try to calm down some. Should the nurses hear you continuing on like this..." They were likely to take the patient from the room. Jizabel wasn't one to offer an out, and if Sechs was being this way with him, chances were the nurses wanted little to do with him either. "You said something happened last night?" he asked suddenly, as though he had only come to the realization of his patient's earlier words.

Sechs was not the only patient to mention things happening in the evening hours here, but given his current state? Jizabel just had to prod.

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That growing feeling in Sechs' throat was getting worse, threatening to choke him until he broke down. It was an inner battle he could have easily won if it hadn't been the sedatives. He hated feeling so out of control like this...!

"I can't!" Sechs stammered, still fighting to keep his balance on an emotional surface that had suddenly become very slippery, "I'm so SICK of this place...!"

Sechs trailed off as he nearly succumbed to the liquid that was gathering in his tightly shut eyes, but the doctor's next words reignited his rage. "You already know what happened!" Sechs suddenly snapped, "Don't play dumb! That game you doctors play got old a long time ago!"

Shaking on the spot, Sechs shot a hateful glare at the therapist, but saw nothing but a blurred shape before him. Sechs quickly closed his eyes and lowered his head. "I bet you were one of those doctors who put me back in my body and set me up against the other patients last night!" he added through grinding teeth.

Growing all the more desperate to regain lucidity in his motor skills, Sechs willed himself to get up off the chair. Yet he could only wearily straighten up before slumping to the side with a grunt. "You gave me back everything you took away from me..." he went on, risking a glare at the doctor behind his curtain of messy hair, "But you couldn't do that without putting me under your control! Just like those selfish tyrants back at the G.I.B! You must get a pretty good kick outta that, huh?! You SICK fucks!"

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"Mr. Sechs!"

Jizabel hated having to feign concern where he'd done nothing to create such a scenario, but when the patient moved to rise the Doctor had no choice but to move himself. He rose from his chair and rounded his desk quickly before slowing and tentatively attempting to move near the chair Sechs sat in. The last thing he needed was a patient hurting himself during a session. Jizabel did not want suspicions arising when he was the one causing injuries - there had already been problems with Mr. Malloy and if any connections were made between himself and Mr. Cross's eye problems... well, he could always cut and run. This specimen could be useful later.

"I was at home last night! In Doyleton!" he tried, changing his tactics. Since asking about it had only riled the man further, the doctor tried a different approach. "I'm not even allowed here during the evening hours."