Day 39 -- Doctor's Office 8 [Dr Disraeli] (4th Shift)

[damned_doctors]

Lunch had come and gone quickly enough, but Jizabel had hardly paid any attention to his own food. His mind was too concerned with just how he would handle the patient he'd been so anticipating today. Just what should he do with the young man this time? He likely had no more credibility thanks to the necessary drugging from last time, at least in

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[byname_bynature]

Artemis' expression was far from friendly. All pretense was gone, and he looked up at Disraeli with a dark, warning expression. He didn't return the smile, he didn't even enter the room. He stood there, very much unwilling to begin the unnecessary session.

"Dr. Disraeli asked you a question, Sean," his nurse prompted. But Artemis still didn't move. His eyes were locked firmly with Jizabel's. Much like when two animals met in the wild, Artemis maintained his subtly feral stare.

"I'm fine, thank you," he answered, his tone contradicting the words. His nurse sighed.

"I'm sorry doctor, he seemed so cheerful today. In you go, Sean," she all but pushed him into the room. "I'll be back later." And she left, leaving the door for Jizabel to close, since Artemis didn't seem prepossessed to move out of the path of the door.

[damned_doctors]

Dr. Disraeli only continued smiling with a slight look of knowing. Of course the boy would have problems even if he did not quire recall all that had occurred last session. Anyone would have if they'd also awoken on the floor, feeling nauseous and lacking various memories. So it made sense that the doctor would understand some apprehension from his patient. He would have done the same on the reverse, acting the part, naturally

[byname_bynature]

Artemis stood by the door, determined not to put himself any closer to this raging pervert madman-turned-psychologist. Disraeli would be more careful now, obviously, and was babbling about some sort of medication mix-up. He tried to remember it, but only managed to recall himself laying a trap for Disraeli to fall into. Which... he couldn't remember if he had or not. But if he was correcting himself about some sort of miscommunication...

"Certainly, doctor," Artemis said. He wouldn't be playing the role of the child anymore. "But tell me, where exactly did we leave off 'last time'? I can't quite recall."

His sentence was rather poignant, and deliberately structured as such. Artemis knew what had happened. And for that reason, and his promise to Badou and Schuldig, he would not move from the door.

[damned_doctors]

"What's that?" Dr. Disraeli looked from his work towards the door. He had not been aware of any lapses in memory. Jizabel might have known something about it, probably, but this doctor? Please, he'd only seen his patient suddenly collapse as he'd been leaving. He couldn't be expected to know that the poor boy had awoken only not to recall what all had gone on in their session.

Dr. Disraeli frowned, then let his eyes look beyond the door as though the nurse might've still been standing there. "You should have told your nurse of something like that so I could have been notified. Had I known, I would not have been so assuming," he apologized for the misunderstanding, lifting a hand, "However, knowing that know, it would be more appropriate for you to tell me what you last recall. I've no qualms with starting somewhere sooner than where we might have stopped out session."

After a moment, the doctor decided to add, "You do not need to feel bad for not recalling properly either, Sean."