Day 33: Doctor's Office 9 (Dr. Sohma) [4th Shift]

[damned_doctors]

The shift before lunch had went reasonably well for Hatori, even though he didn't particularly like telling patients they were really delusional. But he'd seemed to take it relatively well, hadn't he? It went fine, and it left the doctor with enough time to speed back into town for a quick lunch. His breakfast sandwich had gotten cold and

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[whiteychan]

Hitsugaya was incredibly relieved to find that his doctor was no longer the same. The previous doctor was gone, hopefully for good, and instead he was confronted with an entirely different gentleman. Still, from what he knew of Doctor Lecter, and from what he discovered about Doctor Muraki, he knew one thing: he couldn't trust a word this man said.

As the nurse admitted him to Doctor Sohma's office, the young captain remained standing in the middle of the room. Arms crossed and face stern, he quietly regarded his new doctor. Don't give him an inch, Hitsugaya told himself.

[damned_doctors]

[lsjdfsdlkf sorry, totally missed this]

Ah, the last patient before the long weekend. Hatori was looking forward to it. It looked like there had been previous recorded information about the patient; he hadn't had much time to study it, though he had had some. Most of the patients he saw were either new to the Institute or new to the rigors of doctor's visits, after all. He was slightly curious to how this boy's perceptions of him might have changed after seeing another one of the doctors here.

"Good afternoon," he said - not quite pleasantly, but not quite coldly, either. "Tommy Winters? I'm Dr. Hatori Sohma, and I'll be your doctor for the rest of your stay here at the Institute. Please, have a seat.."

[whiteychan]

For the rest of his stay? That was a laugh. As if he could expect anything to remain the same in this damned place. Something about the doctor's tone of voice reminded him of his own...perhaps the requisite politeness with the slightly detached air. It wasn't completely withdrawn, but it wasn't warm and welcoming. If the man weren't the enemy, he could respect that; however, Doctor Hatori Sohma was every bit his enemy as Hannibal Lecter had been. He made the mistake of letting his guard down once. It wouldn't happen again.

"Dr. Sohma..." he said thoughtfully, ignoring for the time being that the doctor referred to him by his fake name. He was used to it by now, as asinine as it was. "I believe I've met your cousin. She was trying to contact you yesterday. And if it's all the same to you, I'd rather stand."

[damned_doctors]

...Oh. Had everyone met that woman - no, that girl - that was claiming to be his cousin? He sighed in slight exasperation. "Stand if you wish. The chair's comfortable," he began. It didn't really matter to him.. and it wasn't as if he had to look too far up to see the patient's face anyway.

Then he addressed that issue - that issue that kept coming up. "I'm not sure if you have. There are no cousins of mine here at the Institute - merely someone who claims a relation. I guarantee you that she is quite mistaken." The corners of his lips turned into what wasn't entirely a smile. More a smirk. "She broke into my office this morning, actually."

He eyed the books on his wall. "I'm afraid we're not here to talk about her, though. This is your visit. How are you feeling today?"