Day 53: Doctor's Office 8 (Dr. Disraeli) [Fourth Shift]
For the short time he spent in the building, Jizabel could not overlook how the days just seemed to drag whenever he worked. Three day was hardly a complete work week, and an average of ten patients each week nowhere near a difficult amount. Perhaps it was just the atmosphere that caused the slowness, or the lack of interesting patients in the past
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Despite having calmed a bit as the day progressed, all that went to pieces when she was pressed into the room with her therapist. She eyed the man with unconcealed contempt, keeping her back to the door and refusing to move any closer. There was even a chair waiting for her in front of his desk, but that held no temptation for her.
It was possible he was just as innocent of treachery as the normal nurses here, but she felt less inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt. There was something, something about his looks, that reminded her of someone. Someone dangerous.
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Seeing her suspicion, the Doctor didn't press for her to have a seat and continued to speak as if the meeting had already begun. "My name is Doctor Jizabel Disraeli, and I will be your therapist for the day. Given that this will be our first session, please feel free to ask or tell me anything you wish."
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It surprised her to hear he was willing to let her ask anything. She felt intrigued and suspicious all at once. "If I'm allowed to ask anything, Doctor," she began, finally letting her eyes gaze about the room for once, taking in the relative tidiness of everything, "then I would like to know, what can be done to procure a meeting with the Head Doctor, Martin Landel?"
She made no secret her disgust for the man. She practically hissed out his name when she said it.
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He gave a nod to the name, consenting to it, "Miss Aigis then."
As she remained standing to question, the doctor relaxed back into his chair. If she had no intention of taking the seat then it did little for him to continue leaning forward on his desk. He could observe her better if he was comfortable. "Ah, that is the question, isn't it?" he chuckled some at her request, "I've been trying the same myself since I came. He's rather difficult to pin down."
In fact the good doctor had never once met his superior. That was part of why Jizabel had taken on the position - no hovering superior who might walk in on him at a moment's notice. His letter from the head doctor had informed him of such, and despite the desire to voice a few of his concerns, Jizabel was thankful for the situation.
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The shock at hearing even the doctor before her hadn't met with Martin Landel was plain on her face, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. "What sort of person takes a job from a man he has never met?"
Almost immediately the irony hit the android and she found herself smiling crookedly, unable to stop herself. What did she know about taking jobs as a human? What did she know of asking about whom she was working for? She just did as she was programmed. She was certainly no better.
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She pushed away from the door and stepped forward, but only one step. She still felt on edge. Nothing about this man made her feel welcome, even his smile. Why did he have to have long hair like that? Why the glasses? Too much like him"So, then, what is it you expect to learn from a patient such as myself?" She smiled, but it lacked warmth. "I hold no special powers here. I have had my firearms removed. My entire personality has been manufactured. There is nothing to learn that could not be found out from reading documents from the lab." If Landel had the power to steal away her and any number of her friends to this place, surely he had the capabilities of securing the right documents. It would be a waste to just take human hostages ( ... )
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