Dayshift 46: Doctor's Office 1 (Dr. Yumeno) [second shift]
Further changes were afoot in the Institute, as if the fact he’d spent most of his recent time away from his office--where these therapy sessions were expected to be conducted--instead of in it didn’t say enough. Woe to the patients, who had received even less attention than usual. Daedalus, though, was more interested in the schedule alterations, and the presence of more than one new colleague. That there were additions to the roster was not all that curious from a logical standpoint: when the medical providers were already well outnumbered by patients, replacements would be expected for those doctors whose employment had been terminated just as suddenly as so many patients‘ stays. But logic was not necessarily a defining quality of the hospital Daedalus remained tied to.
The cancelled day of therapy, on the other hand, was something else. Something he was perhaps a little sorry to have missed--for he would have come in, anyway, had he known a handful of the patients had regained some sense of their former selves. He only had the aftermath to concern himself with now; a blip was all it seemed to have been, a moment in time.
Like a switch flipping, Daedalus thought as he stepped into Office 1 and clicked the lights on. Yes, interesting.
He wasn’t pleased with a great many things, but he was set for another meeting with one of his more fruitful relations first thing. If he were striving for progress, he could do worse than that. The stack of nine files, he had brought with him, and he dropped them on his desk while he settled himself in for the day. Time to play his part again.
Seated, Daedalus pulled the files into his lap. ‘Haze, Dolores’ was the name on the first tab.
With an airy sigh, he stored the stack away in his desk drawer.
The cancelled day of therapy, on the other hand, was something else. Something he was perhaps a little sorry to have missed--for he would have come in, anyway, had he known a handful of the patients had regained some sense of their former selves. He only had the aftermath to concern himself with now; a blip was all it seemed to have been, a moment in time.
Like a switch flipping, Daedalus thought as he stepped into Office 1 and clicked the lights on. Yes, interesting.
He wasn’t pleased with a great many things, but he was set for another meeting with one of his more fruitful relations first thing. If he were striving for progress, he could do worse than that. The stack of nine files, he had brought with him, and he dropped them on his desk while he settled himself in for the day. Time to play his part again.
Seated, Daedalus pulled the files into his lap. ‘Haze, Dolores’ was the name on the first tab.
With an airy sigh, he stored the stack away in his desk drawer.