Day 38 -- Doctor's Office 8 [Dr Disraeli] [4th shift]

[damned_doctors]

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

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[hajike_tobiume]

Momo placed her notice of Arts & Crafts assignments before the nurse led her to therapy. She wondered what Dr. Stegman would have to say today; the two hadn't spoken very much through their last two sessions. She honestly didn't care; she didn't want to talk to any of these people.

That changed a bit when she noted she wasn't going to Dr. Stegman's office. It seemed she'd been reassigned. Unsurprising, given the lack of progress with the other doctor. The nurse seemed to think that Dr. Disraeli may have better means to guide 'Jehna' to full recovery.

Yeah. That was going to happen.

Momo sat in the spot she was indicated and, while the nurse and the man behind the desk started to talk, she traced the new dragon design Hokuto had drawn on her cast. She hated this place.

[damned_doctors]

The person who entered first was certainly not Arnold Brandt unless the young lady he saw instead had been unlucky enough to have some terrible parents. He allowed the girl to take her seat while he rose to have a word with the nurse. She had the patient's file file for him, along with an updated list showing the name of the girl, Jehna Walker. One of Dr. Stegman's patients had fallen through on accident when he'd left, so the reassignment of the girl had been very last minute

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo originally intended to ignore the conversation between the doctor and the nurse, but she ended up catching parts of it. It was hard to ignore something when a woman knew she was being talked about. She looked up when the doctor spoke to her, introducing himself.

Momo was automatically wary of the doctors, given what had happened to Renji when he had his therapy sessions. The shinigami wasn't sure how much she'd resist, to be honest, and a part of her wasn't sure if she cared enough to. She was already broken - maybe this man would get cut on the pieces.

"Alright..."

[damned_doctors]

The girl seemed very calm despite what he'd read, and Jizabel had to wonder for that. It could have something to do with the eye and arm injuries she wore, but he could not be certain of either. It hadn't been in the file or else he'd not seen it as important on his glance through, and the nurse had said nothing. Regardless, Jizabel believed at the moment the session would be just as calm as the girl.

"As this is our first session, how about we start with getting to know each other? Is there anything you would like to discuss with me? Hobbies, likes and dislikes, or something else? I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have of myself as well, to be fair," he offered first. The girl could trust as she would, but that did not mean Jizabel would not continue as he'd been.

[lossofface]

As expected, his meeting with Depth Charge had been very interesting, and Blitzwing had had a vague notion of finding Lugnut, so he could share his wealth of newly-discovered information. But instead one of the nurses had plucked him out of the crowd and led him off, twittering something about "therapy

[damned_doctors]

There was only so much pleasure Jizabel could have with female patients. When he was finally allowed his session with his actual assigned patient, Jizabel was given to higher expectations. The man who thought he was a "robot", Mr. Arnold Brandt had best not disappoint.

"Good afternoon Mr. Brandt," he greeted the man, "My name is Dr. Jizabel Disraeli, and I will be your therapist for today." The man looked terribly suspicious of his doctor, something Jizabel could easily see, and so Jizabel had to be curious as to why. "You seem uncomfortable, Mr. Brandt. Is something bothering you?" Dr. Disraeli bypassed his usual allowance for the patient to speak on himself in favor of more direct questioning. The sessions were shorter by a few minutes, and for once Jizabel was impatient with the limited time. He should have had more with this patient.

[lossofface]

"My name is Blitzwing," the "patient" immediately snapped, his voice a harsh growl as he reacted to what was, for him, a very sensitive subject. "And you're what's bothering me. What did you bring me here for?"

Of course, he already had his own suspicions, and the vague possibilities that came to mind only added to his discomfort, which Blitzwing immediately tried to turn into anger. He hated being afraid of anything! Anger was so much safer -- unless, of course, that was the therapist's goal. Make him too angry to think, blind him to the possibility of a...more subtle assault. Blitzwing shrank back slightly in his chair, gaze covering the room in quick darts, before settling back on the man behind the desk. "I'm not letting you take a look at my processor, if that's what you have planned," he hissed, voice strangely shifting in pitch and tone into a colder, more carefully modulated voice.

[damned_doctors]

Blitzwing. My, that was... different. More interesting than Cloud, but still very, very different.

"Blitz-wing," Dr. Disraeli said each word separately to be sure, then forced a smile, "Very well, Mr. Blitzwing." Now that would take some getting used to. "I can assure you I've no interest in your processor."

Now just what the man believed his processor was, Jizabel hadn't the foggiest. The Doctor feared this session would again be similar to his bout with "HK-47" in which he understood very little of what his patient said. Really, it shouldn't be too hard to speak proper English, but the insane would do as they pleased.

Dr. Disraeli gave a concerned pout. "Could you tell my why I seem to have bothered you, Mr. Blitzwing? If you do not know why you have been brought to me, then it stands that you do not know who I am or what my purposes is. How then could I have bothered you with this being our first encounter, unless merely the fact that you do not know is the problem?"