Dayshift 32: Doctor's Office 9 (Dr. Sohma)

[damned_doctors]

Wednesday. The middle of a three-day work week. And Hatori Sohma was certainly ready to work.

It seemed funny, didn't it, to realize, at length, that all of his patients - all of them - were actually rather crazy. Of course he accepted what he found in his file, he'd read all the preliminary tests and verified the data, but it still surprised him

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[tsunagari]

Sai was led in by his nurse soon after, and he paused in the doorway to take the room in. He'd never been to a one on one therapy session before. Not while he'd been in the institute, at least. When the nurse mentioned it to him, he'd expected another interesting group chat like the last one he'd had with John Trick and that other blond. What was his name?

His escort gave him a light nudge forward and he approached the man's desk with some caution before taking a seat. They'd left no orderlies, and the doctor didn't appear to be much of a physical threat, so he allowed himself to relax his posture slightly - even though he knew this didn't necessarily mean it was safe.

"Hello," he greeted with a small smile.

[damned_doctors]

Hatori nodded at the young man seated opposite himself, then at the nurse - hopefully she'd see this as a sign to excuse herself from their presence, which she did with a polite smile. It was always a different nurse, it seemed. But he didn't really remember any of their faces. There was no need to, really. The patients were the ones who he had to strive to heal.

Clasping his hands together on the table, the doctor spoke. The corners of his lips slightly turned up also, but it was nowhere near a smile. "Good morning, Simon. My name is Hatori Sohma, and I'll be your doctor here at Landel's. How are you feeling today?"

[tsunagari]

Simon. That was the name the nurses used, so he shouldn't be surprised. It just meant that this man was as deep into their lies as they were. Hopefully he just didn't know any better and wasn't purposefully working to aid the schemes of the Head Doctor. He'd just have to see.

In any case, the only thing to do now was play along. "I'm feeling very well, Hatori-san," he answered with a slight bow of his head, smile remaining fixed. This was the truth, as it had been a couple nights since he'd gotten himself injured in any way, and the healing powers of the Institute had long since mended any bruising. "Thank you."

Politeness was the key in situations such as these. His dealings with the nurses had proven that.

[damned_doctors]

The patient was using his first name? Then again, this was America. Forwardness was certainly expected from some of the patients here. But with a doctor? It was interesting, to say the least, and he was sure that it would reflect on further dealings with the patient.

Right now, though, Dr. Sohma would have to suck up his discomfort with familiarity - never mind that he'd just used it himself.

"That's good to hear," he said in a steady voice. "No injuries, or at least none you're willing to discuss with a medical doctor." That had been the case in the past. But now, he was here for psychological therapy, despite it not being his primary form of expertise.

"You've been here more than a week by now. How are you finding your stay?"

[razing_phoenix]

While they hadn't found any "prize," that fight Guy had gotten into with the others last night hadn't been a complete waste. Claude probably had all of the batteries with him, so those could be distributed either in the upcoming night or whenever his second set ran out

[damned_doctors]

It was a semi-productive morning so far, and Hatori didn't mind in the least. He was used to working double-time - first for the family, and then for its head and all the problems that arose around that little matter. And there was no one in the family here, much as certain patients did claim to be related. So he was currently blessed with a fount of free time of which he'd never dreamed.

So he was currently thinking of what to do later this evening - so much time! - when the next patient was led in by his nurse.

The doctor nodded professionally, then gestured over to the cushy seat in front of the desk. "Good morning. I'm Hatori Sohma, and I'm a doctor here at Landel's," he said in a monotone. "..And if you're worried, I don't plan to treat you like a child, or insist that you 'behave,' either," he added, a little quieter.

Almost as if he hadn't made that second statement at all, his voice returned to normal. "Please have a seat, and we'll get down to business."

[razing_phoenix]

The doctor didn't look like a bad guy, and it was hard to know whether or not the daytime staff was in on everything that happened at night. Guy wasn't sure how they could keep writing off their injuries as accidents without getting at least somewhat suspicious, but there could always be a reason for it.

Glad to hear that Dr. Sohma wasn't going to be patronizing, Guy nodded and sat down.

"Thanks. And if you wouldn't mind, I'd prefer if you called me Guy," he started. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal (it wasn't like Guy was his real real name, anyway), but "Dana" just didn't fit. (And it sounded a little like a girl's name, didn't it?)

Curious about what "business" they would be getting down to, he figured that he would like the doctor take the reigns now that he had made his one request.

[damned_doctors]

"Guy?" In an attempt to get closer to his patients, Hatori had (however grudgingly) begun to use the names that his patients had requested they be called. Whether that had worked, on the other hand, was debatable. So he figured he'd just keep track of what he was calling each of his patients, and call just about half of them what they wished to be called. It would be an experiment, as it were. "...Noted." Give a little, take a little.

"I want to ... talk to you. Sometimes..." This was difficult, wasn't it? Trying new psychological approaches on his patients was harder than it should have been. "we need someone to talk to. I'd like to ask you about how your Landel's experience makes you feel."