Day 33: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli]
Someone was just being naughty now.
Another break in, this one far more obvious, greeted him as he entered his office. It did not seem as though anything had been stolen however, merely left sitting out on his desktop for all the world to see. Hardly a place for his precious research to be. "Really now," Jizabel shook his head as he walked over and returned the glass jars to their proper place. At least neither had been damaged or he'd have been in need of a replacement pair. Had this been as a warning? The execution of it had been terrible if that was the case. Creative, but nothing that would rattle him. In any event he had no time to worry over it now. A little extra work had gone into his newest toxin and had caused him a bit of a delay in getting to the facility this morning; his first patient would be arriving shortly. After slipping the vile in with the jars, Jizabel closed the drawer and locked it tight. He then took a seat and fished out his files for today.
With Thursday came the last of his patients. Finally. It was about time Jizabel knew more than what he'd by now thoroughly read over on paper concerning these last two. After all, he couldn't make a decision for his favorite until he'd met all listed. Currently though, he still held a particular fondness for his youngest.
But that was also something he'd have to think on at a later time. For now his focus needed to be with another teenager, a one Terry Conason. Older than the boy he'd been thinking on just then but far closer to the age of whom Jizabel usually dealt with. Perhaps he would be entertaining. Perhaps not. The doctor could only hope for the best. There had been mention of parental issues pertaining to the father in his file, after all. Always a great topic of discussion, family.
And there they were now. He returned the files and after once again finding no reason to answer the door personally, Dr. Disraeli called for entrance.
Another break in, this one far more obvious, greeted him as he entered his office. It did not seem as though anything had been stolen however, merely left sitting out on his desktop for all the world to see. Hardly a place for his precious research to be. "Really now," Jizabel shook his head as he walked over and returned the glass jars to their proper place. At least neither had been damaged or he'd have been in need of a replacement pair. Had this been as a warning? The execution of it had been terrible if that was the case. Creative, but nothing that would rattle him. In any event he had no time to worry over it now. A little extra work had gone into his newest toxin and had caused him a bit of a delay in getting to the facility this morning; his first patient would be arriving shortly. After slipping the vile in with the jars, Jizabel closed the drawer and locked it tight. He then took a seat and fished out his files for today.
With Thursday came the last of his patients. Finally. It was about time Jizabel knew more than what he'd by now thoroughly read over on paper concerning these last two. After all, he couldn't make a decision for his favorite until he'd met all listed. Currently though, he still held a particular fondness for his youngest.
But that was also something he'd have to think on at a later time. For now his focus needed to be with another teenager, a one Terry Conason. Older than the boy he'd been thinking on just then but far closer to the age of whom Jizabel usually dealt with. Perhaps he would be entertaining. Perhaps not. The doctor could only hope for the best. There had been mention of parental issues pertaining to the father in his file, after all. Always a great topic of discussion, family.
And there they were now. He returned the files and after once again finding no reason to answer the door personally, Dr. Disraeli called for entrance.