Dayshift 32: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli]
So there would be two patients passing through this door this morning? Nothing Dr. Disraeli couldn't handle, but it did seem a bit odd for such an establishment to require double booking. Were they short on staff, or perhaps Dr. Landel just wanted to see how he, most likely they, would cope. Jizabel certainly would have done the same had he held the position of power here. Making underlings earn their pay was only half the fun. Unfortunately, being one of those underlings (for now) left no room for Dr. Disraeli to argue. He'd just have to deal with Misters Federline and Chen both before being allowed his break - an adult and a teenager should not be too difficult.
Though both their files had made mentions of fire and brimstone explosions.
Speaking of, it looked as though something had tried to explode in his left hand drawer. Closer inspection proved that it had instead been forced open from the outside. Far better than an explosive mishap resulting from an incorrectly labeled toxin he may have tossed in there before leaving. He knew he would not have been that careless.
But who had forced the drawer open? A colleague perhaps? Oh, but that would have been a bold move after only the first day. Of course, having seeing Professor Washu's lunchtime outburst, he wasn’t beyond speculating as to certain things. That the drawer had been pushed back was another point of consideration. Someone didn't want to get in trouble and had tried to hide their snooping. A spiteful co-worker would have preferred to decimate the office as a far clearer statement of contempt. Or that was at the very least how messages were conveyed in Delilah. No blood on the floor in this instance either. Pity.
He'd have to sort out a culprit later; the knock on the door indicated it was time to begin. Again calling for entrance - nothing in either patients' files had warranted a greeting at the door - he readied himself for another busy day.
Though both their files had made mentions of fire and brimstone explosions.
Speaking of, it looked as though something had tried to explode in his left hand drawer. Closer inspection proved that it had instead been forced open from the outside. Far better than an explosive mishap resulting from an incorrectly labeled toxin he may have tossed in there before leaving. He knew he would not have been that careless.
But who had forced the drawer open? A colleague perhaps? Oh, but that would have been a bold move after only the first day. Of course, having seeing Professor Washu's lunchtime outburst, he wasn’t beyond speculating as to certain things. That the drawer had been pushed back was another point of consideration. Someone didn't want to get in trouble and had tried to hide their snooping. A spiteful co-worker would have preferred to decimate the office as a far clearer statement of contempt. Or that was at the very least how messages were conveyed in Delilah. No blood on the floor in this instance either. Pity.
He'd have to sort out a culprit later; the knock on the door indicated it was time to begin. Again calling for entrance - nothing in either patients' files had warranted a greeting at the door - he readied himself for another busy day.