Dayshift 31: Doctor's Office 3 (Dr. Muraki)
There really was no rest for the wicked. Muraki had gotten up early again that morning to look over files, and after his usual late nights it was hardly something that brought him a great deal of joy. But that was work and he'd gotten used to much worse in his first few months as a doctor. In truth, he was looking forward to seeing his old patients again. The thought brought a small, sharp smile to his lips.
But that was later in the day, according to his schedule. First he found the shelf he knew would be empty and ran his fingers across the slightly dusty surface. A mouse had been in his office. How long would it be, he wondered, before it realized it had stepped into a trap? He blew the traces of dust off his fingers and got ready for work.
He had a chair brought into his office for the new patient, set in front of his desk like the last time. It wouldn't do to advance too quickly on a skittish new foal. At least this one had chosen an imaginary name that was similar to the real; there might be some helping him yet. There was nothing Muraki enjoyed more than a pliant young mind. They were especially interesting to bend.
He waited in his chair, his posture as impeccable as ever. His arms rested comfortably on the desk for once, the only testament to the weariness a cup of coffee hadn't been able to banish. A small, innocent-looking bowl of multicoloured candies sat on the corner of his desk. All he had to do now was wait.
But that was later in the day, according to his schedule. First he found the shelf he knew would be empty and ran his fingers across the slightly dusty surface. A mouse had been in his office. How long would it be, he wondered, before it realized it had stepped into a trap? He blew the traces of dust off his fingers and got ready for work.
He had a chair brought into his office for the new patient, set in front of his desk like the last time. It wouldn't do to advance too quickly on a skittish new foal. At least this one had chosen an imaginary name that was similar to the real; there might be some helping him yet. There was nothing Muraki enjoyed more than a pliant young mind. They were especially interesting to bend.
He waited in his chair, his posture as impeccable as ever. His arms rested comfortably on the desk for once, the only testament to the weariness a cup of coffee hadn't been able to banish. A small, innocent-looking bowl of multicoloured candies sat on the corner of his desk. All he had to do now was wait.