Day 53: Doctor's Office 8 (Dr. Disraeli) [Second Shift]

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[See doctor post, see doctor fail]The middle of the week. Somewhere in-between making progress and having managed nothing. Days like this made Disraeli wish he had more interesting patients in the beginning of the work week. He'd accomplished little to nothing with the previous day's patients; or so he'd believed before arriving at work that day,

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"...How could you go on saying you're becoming a 'true warrior' when you're nothing but a bully?" the drug's scathing voice echoed inside Sechs' head, "I'd say you enjoyed yourself a tad too much when you attacked all those defenseless patients last night!"

"Shut up!" Sechs wearily snapped back at the parasite, his words slurred by the heavy dose of sedatives plaguing his system, "I was being controlled--"

"True, but would you still have behaved that way even if you never ended up in this institute?" the drug retorted with a condescending tone, "You've been called an 'amoral brute' before for a good reason! Stupid beasts like you don't EVER make 'true warriors'!"

"I said SHUT UP!" Sechs snapped, not caring how crazy he must have looked to the orderlies leading him down the hall, "I'm not listening to a FUCKING OIL SLICK in my BACK!"

"Fine! I'll just wait until you get your hollow head screwed on a bit tighter then!" the drug replied, ending its words with a faint chuckle, "Meanwhile, I suggest you think over what I said..."The

[adoptingmylove]

The state of his most familiar patient was not one Jizabel had been hoping for. By how the nurse had needed to lead the man in, he was very clearly under sedation, and not a small dose by any means. There should have been restrictions on how much sedation a patient could have before therapy - it made things particularly difficult for the doctor. Not only was his patient not able to process properly, there was little Jizabel could administer on his own volition for fear of unforeseen side-effects.

"I'm rather surprised you are able to in the first place," Dr. Disraeli responded once the nurse was clear of the room. He let some concern show on his face, though not so much so as to break his professionalism. Patients here would be sedated now and again, and apparently they could enter his office after the fact. Until he spoke with the other doctors on such matters, he would simply have to deal with the occurrence. "Your day is not going very well, I see."

[sixth_attack]

"What clued you in on that, huh?!" Sechs growled, pressing his heavy head against the chair to keep his focus steady. All his limbs may have felt numb and distant, but his fear of being vulnerable forced his brain to fight against the sedatives. By now he hated being around doctors, no matter how harmless or concerned they appeared; he couldn't trust any of them, not after all the shit he had been put through in the institute so far

[adoptingmylove]

The doctor took the accusations in stride, letting the patient vent what he would. Their previous session had been calmer in comparison, but those circumstances had been different - Sechs hadn't been sedated, for starters. And he certainly had not been so angered either.

"I did not mean to upset you, Mr. Sechs. Please, try to calm down some. Should the nurses hear you continuing on like this..." They were likely to take the patient from the room. Jizabel wasn't one to offer an out, and if Sechs was being this way with him, chances were the nurses wanted little to do with him either. "You said something happened last night?" he asked suddenly, as though he had only come to the realization of his patient's earlier words.

Sechs was not the only patient to mention things happening in the evening hours here, but given his current state? Jizabel just had to prod.

[for_a_song]

After the events of the previous night, Gren had felt like he was sleepwalking through breakfast. He'd been looking forward to some quiet time afterwards to try and pull himself together again. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be in the cards today. Instead of being lead to the Sunroom with everyone else, he'd been towed away by a nurse and then told to please wait patiently. His assigned doctor was with another patient, but would meet with him soon

[adoptingmylove]

"Welcome Mr. Koval," Dr. Disraeli greeted immediately as one of his newest patients entered. After his session with "Sechs" he was hoping to have a much better start to this next one, especially with such a new face. "I am Dr. Jizabel Disraeli, your therapist for the time being. I trust you are having a good morning?"

Better than "Sechs", in any event. He, at least, wasn't swearing through sedation.

[for_a_song]

They were going to insist on the name thing, huh? Well, it didn't matter, really. If they wanted to call him by someone else's name, he'd let it go. It wasn't as if his protestations had any effect on the nurses, so he doubted it would work on the doctor, anyway.

Instead, he slouched in his chair, taking a moment to look the man over. He seemed friendly enough, at least. He could probably get through this with a minimum of hassle. "I've had worse," he replied. And really, the morning itself hadn't been bad. He was just tired and not particularly looking forward to defending his sanity to someone who was probably being paid not to believe him.

[adoptingmylove]

"That is good to hear."

Jizabel looked over the man with a mild interest. He was calm, or else exhausted, but nonetheless more comfortable than most of his patients if his movements in the chair told anything. There could be something to gain if Mr. Koval proved as cooperative as Mr. Cross had.

"Given that this will be our first session together, you do not have to worry about formalities so much. If there is anything you would like to either tell or ask me, I am here to listen," he told the man, motioning a hand his way, "The floor is yours."