Day 38 - Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Kisugi] [Second Shift]

[damned_doctors]

It was her first day of work in a new facility, but Dr. Makiko Kisugi wasn't feeling nervous at all. To the contrary, all she felt was a sense of anticipation, an eagerness to see what opportunities might arise in a place such as this.

She was far from home, though, and so painfully new that she'd not dare take too many liberties as yet. As

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[theroadsofar]

[Ack, anonymous was me. Could we delete that one?]"Therapy". What a joke. First getting stuck in some joint that had a 5-to-1 guy-to-chick ratio and now he was getting sent off to therapy. Talk about beating him over the head with the irony. He guessed he was supposed to talk about his feelings or that time he stubbed his toe as a kid and how that crap was supposed to come back fifteen years down the line. Dean rolled his eyes as he stood outside the door, Hello Nurse raising her hand to knock. Sammy might've gotten a kick out of therapy but all he could think about was how big a waste of time this was

[damned_doctors]

...well. Now there was an entrance. The bandages were somewhat unexpected, and Makiko gave a mental sigh of annoyance at the nurses who hadn't bothered to update the files before her patients arrived. She was only supposed to be treating these people

[theroadsofar]

Dean almost snorted out loud when he finally heard his "real" name. Rick Derringer. Cute. It was almost a name he would've used as a cover way back when. The corner of his mouth did quirk at the name, amused, as he leaned back in his chair, not quite slouching, and wondered if he'd get away with kicking his feet up on the desk. Dean half-expected her to slap his feet off if he did try. Did look damn tempting...

"Eric's good," Dean said smoothly; it wasn't the first time he'd had to pretend to be someone else, although usually he had some kinda warning before he had to start winging it. "I'm feelin' okay, I guess. Except for this whole mummy thing," he motioned at the bandages on his arms and part of his neck, flicking a glance at her for her reaction: he didn't expect pity but he did wonder what they told her, if anything. "Or were you asking if I was bouncin' off the walls psycho? I mean, y'know, seein' where we are," he added, gesturing at the walls

[damned_doctors]

If the man was looking for some kind of reaction, he was destined to be sorely disappointed; Makiko's expression didn't change at all as he spoke or gestured toward the bandages. She'd returned to her usual calm not-quite-smile after the greeting, and only nodded slightly as he spoke. One might even think the doctor was entirely bored with the proceedings.

"I was asking how you were feeling," she replied, absently tapping her pen against the arm of her chair. "How you choose to answer the questions is entirely up to you, Eric. After all, these sessions are for your benefit, are they not?"

Whatever he was feeling certainly didn't involve a lack of confidence, not from the way he'd obviously taken possession of her chair like that. At least, that was what he wanted her to think; there were some vaguely intriguing contradictions involved, but she wasn't sure they were worth pursuing just yet.