Day 38 -- Doctor's Office 8 [Dr Disraeli] [4th shift]
Lunch had been pleasant enough, although Jizabel had learned of some absences in the staff this time as well. Both patients and staff were hard to keep on here, it seemed. But really, Jizabel wasn't one to talk. He'd be back in Delilah the moment they called for him, and then he too would be missing from the facility. That was just how things went.
He had a seat at his desk and took another moment to flip through his next patient's file in preparation. Someone who thought they were metal - a "robot" according to the explanation in the file - would no doubt be less inclined to cooperate in comparison with his last. Or anyone else for that matter. Mr. Cross had seemed to be the odd exception amoungst the patient populace, someone who actually wanted help, or at the very least wanted to please those around him by saying that he did. That mindset may have not been so strange then, but the compliance was the rarity, and Jizabel knew that was the best he would get this day.
When the nurse rapped on the door, Dr. Disraeli spared himself from answering in person and only called for entry from behind his desk.
He had a seat at his desk and took another moment to flip through his next patient's file in preparation. Someone who thought they were metal - a "robot" according to the explanation in the file - would no doubt be less inclined to cooperate in comparison with his last. Or anyone else for that matter. Mr. Cross had seemed to be the odd exception amoungst the patient populace, someone who actually wanted help, or at the very least wanted to please those around him by saying that he did. That mindset may have not been so strange then, but the compliance was the rarity, and Jizabel knew that was the best he would get this day.
When the nurse rapped on the door, Dr. Disraeli spared himself from answering in person and only called for entry from behind his desk.