Day 38 - Doctor's Office 7 [Dr. Suresh]

[damned_doctors]

Mohinder adjusted the setting on the lamp in the corner of his office one more time. The idea was to give the place a comfortable atmosphere, and while he generally liked things a bit on the dim side, he didn't want anyone who preferred otherwise to think they were stepping into the Batcave. Satisfied at last, he moved back to his desk and

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[oldest_man]

The mention of doctors' appointments over the daily announcements hadn't come as any real surprise. Though the hospital seemed to be anything but a place of healing once one scratched beneath the surface, Methos supposed they had to keep up appearances somehow. An institution in which patients languished without ever speaking to an actual doctor would be suspect, no matter how ignorant one assumed the common man to be. But he'd anticipated going several days at least without seeing anyone with more authority than the nurses. And so it was with genuine surprise that he followed the nurse who'd pulled him aside from the mass flow of patient traffic down along the main hall and into a smaller corridor lined with what he could only assume were doctors' offices

[damned_doctors]

His patient seemed to be expecting an invitation of some sort. Mohinder obliged, greeting him with a smile and motioning for him to take a seat. "Mr. Pierson. Please, sit down."

It was hard to tell much about the man on first appearances alone, but he didn't have the look Mohinder might have expected for your typical resident in a mental facility. Then again, it wasn't fair to think that anyone who'd been entered there was going to look like the stereotypical loon with wild eyes and wilder hair. Plus, according to the file, this man had only been institutionalized recently.

"My name is Dr. Mohinder Suresh. They've put me in charge of your therapy sessions, but we're just going to talk a bit at first. I hope that's all right with you." Pierson didn't exactly have much of a choice otherwise, though he supposed if the man threw a fit they'd have him removed from the room. Still, it would at least do to be polite.

[oldest_man]

Methos inclined his head politely, replying with an even, "Thank you." He sat as directed, folding his hands comfortably in his lap. His gaze held the only hint of restlessness, still assessing and filing away details. The picture painted was an curious one; neither the doctor nor the office were quite what he'd expected, even considering how unlikely it would have been to find thumbscrews or instruments for use in trepanation.

During the day, that was. The more he heard about the regular run of things during the midnight hours, the more he found himself wondering.

He smiled slightly, as though amused by the illusion of choice, though not entirely unappreciative of it. He could certainly appreciate the technique behind it. "I'd imagine this would get very dull if it wasn't."

[damned_doctors]

"Right." Mohinder smiled again. He then spread his arms out briefly before him, handing the reins of the conversation over to the other man. "So why don't we start out by having you tell me a little about yourself. Anything you think is important will do. I'm not going to pry too far just yet."

The session was off to a good start, for what it was worth. Pierson hadn't contested his name, as he'd heard many patients were prone to do. He seemed rather calm and at ease with the situation as well. That would hopefully make working things out a fair bit easier. Still, he knew the man was here for a reason. In some way, he was unwell.

[oldest_man]

Methos lowered his head slightly, not quite hiding a smile. Did people actually do that? Lay their lives open for complete strangers, for no other reason than said stranger having a fancy title? That he knew they did, and frequently, made it no less humorous. "There's precious little to tell, I'm afraid. I study history and language in Paris. I've worked on a few translation projects, none of which pay particularly well."

He shrugged, looking a little chagrined. "I suppose the most relevant detail is that I cannot remember how I arrived here or why, though no doubt that's to be taken as a symptom of my affliction."

[damned_doctors]

That last part seemed to be commonplace for many patients, if what Mohinder had read in the files so far was true. It was something to add to the list of similarities for future study. At least some of these cases had to be related to the recent emergence of more evolved humans, even if they didn't have abilities themselves.

He wasn't going to bring up the reason why Pierson would have originally been in Paris. They were starting low key, after all. The more he could get from the man himself first, the better. "All right. And how would you say your time here has been so far? Just for the sake of my own curiosity."