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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[damned_doctors]

Now this was finally beginning to become less boring. His family, the brother especially, was clearly a vulnerable spot and figuratively digging a knife into it was about all the amusement Eric could really provide for her, since his flavor was too weak to be of much interest.

Makiko folded her hands together atop the file on her desk, returning to her default calm expression as she regarded him, just as though he weren't staring at her with that look on his face. It wasn't as though he had any chance of hurting her; even if he used the pencil he'd undoubtedly palmed it would barely scratch her and she'd heal quickly enough afterwards.

It was almost tempting to get him to try - it always surprised men so to find such a small and frail-looking woman could match them in strength, could surpass them, even. That was when they usually folded, though, spoiling the taste and leaving her unsatisfied.

"I'm glad to hear that you've come to that decision, Mr. Derringer," she observed, nodding just slightly. "That's the first step to recovery, after all." Her gaze flickered down to the papers briefly, and she added, "Perhaps a visit could be arranged for this coming Sunday. Provided that, well, he wants to come see you, after everything, of course. But having him here might do you some good. It could remind you of why getting well is so important."

Makiko looked thoughtful for a moment at that. "Perhaps I could have a word with him, as well, while he was here. Speaking to your family members could, after all, help me to understand how best to help you."

[theroadsofar]

What Dean really wanted was to know everything about her. It sucked, but that was gonna take time, especially without his usual means of research available, and probably doing a lot of stuff he wasn't gonna be totally cool with. Doctor Kisugi didn't sound exceptionally smug at him seeming to fold, which he wasn't sure if that was annoying or not, and instead was looking at him like he was no more interesting than a piece of flattened road-kill on the way to work.

But arranging a visit? It sounded like Sammy was still out there then...or only just barely, because they knew where he was and that didn't make him feel any better. The kid was damn good, even for being a college geek, but the stuff they'd been facing lately, there was only so long you could keep dodging without getting caught. It didn't escape Dean's notice that Doctor Kisugi was speaking more like it was in her power to bring Sammy in and not just a mere possibility. 'Course she could be bluffing. She had an impressive poker face, he wasn't gonna lie. But he needed to know where Sammy was before he started stabbing things or torching this bitch (or whatever it took to kill her). The hunter instead nodded, maybe a little grudgingly.

"I'll look forward to Sunday," said Dean. He didn't look up as the intercom sounded and that man - most likely Martin Landel - began talking about what was on the menu and new patients.

Dean ceded Kisugi's point by removing his feet from the desk and standing up. Hello Nurse was due to pick him up like he needed to be herded somewhere and couldn't possibly make it there on his own, which meant this fun little visit was over. Dean smiled again, one hand on her desk as he leaned forward over the edge, maybe a bit too close to be just purely between patient and doctor. He couldn't believe he was still trying to hit on a hunt (the thought made him shudder, he might have low standards but they were still standards), but the last thing he wanted was for Makiko Kisugi to see him as a threat...at least until her time came due, when it was too late to get outta Dodge.

Nothing more harmless than a guy who let his balls do the talking.

"Unrelated word of advice: don't sell yourself short," his eyes flicked down meaningfully to her chest and her face, "you ever need to chill out and feel like a human being, you know where to find me. I'm amazing where it counts. Any time, anywhere: I'm game so long as you are."

[damned_doctors]

Feel like a human being?

Like a human being?

Makiko had long ago given up on humanity, had changed herself into something so much more, so far superior, that this "Eric" person couldn't even begin to conceive of it. It was laughable, really, and yet at the same time irritating enough that he'd even suggest such a thing that it took away some of her amusement at his reaction to her needling.

She didn't appreciate that. Not in the slightest.

As he leaned in closer she didn't move a hair, didn't so much at twitch at his proximity; it was as though they were still seated on opposite sides of the desk. And then, slowly, the corners of her mouth turned up and her eyes turned ice cold in a distinctly malicious smile. "Even if you were my type," she replied softly, and with an edge of distaste, "I somehow doubt you'd enjoy it very much."

Just on cue came the nurse's rap on the door, and Dr. Kisugi was calm and professional once more, leaning back against her chair as the door opened. "Until next time, Mr. Derringer. Do think on what we spoke of."