Day 39: Doctor's Office 7 (Dr. Suresh) [Fourth Shift]

[damned_doctors]

Mohinder still believed that his session with the man who thought himself to be Peter Petrelli could have gone better than it had. He had to tell himself that it could have also gone much, much worse. As it was, Ethan hadn't thrown a fit and they'd parted ways peaceably. That was as much as he could ask for, really

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[atoyboxworld]

Near wasn't so blessed as to be able to tune out most of the nurse's chastising about playing with his food instead of eating it, but there was no relevant information, which at least kept him from dwelling on the topic. True, he didn't relish the idea of being more closely watched during meal times, but that only went so far as communications went. In truth, it would likely do him good, since eating often fell to the wayside in favor of deduction or producing a tower of carrot sticks. It could well explain why his arm was still heavily bandaged, though the medical staffed deemed the sling no longer necessary

[damned_doctors]

When the patient stopped at the doorway, Mohinder sighed inwardly and had to wonder what had become so difficult about sitting down in the place one was obviously supposed to sit down in. Outwardly he kept his expression neutral but motioned toward the chair with one hand. "Go ahead and have a seat, Mr. Ritter. Then we can get started."

He really didn't want to have to force the matter a second time that day.

The boy was very slight, hair too pale to be natural though his files mentioned nothing about albinism, mild or otherwise. It was possible it was dyed, but the hair would have had to have been a light blond originally for him to have been there as many days as he had and have no darker roots showing. Unless they allowed him to re-dye it? That just seemed a bit out of the ordinary for a mental facility.

Fortunately, the case study on him seemed far more natural than Ethan's - his symptoms having been caused by something typical, severe depression. He certainly didn't look like an incredibly cheerful person.

[atoyboxworld]

Outwardly this doctor seemed to keep himself composed, though there was always a question of his limits. It was still too early to decide which approach was best for getting the information he wanted from the doctor, so for the moment, Near complied with the man. He walked to the chair, still remaining silent, and stepped onto the seat with a foot before turning and sitting down. The only time he stopped twirling his hair was when he lifted himself, resuming the motion once he was settled with one leg draping down.

Everything was intended to show this doctor that the session was his to run. When Near thought it prudent to speak, he would. For now, however, he could better observe the man through this method. He would see more of his reactions, be able to test his tolerance for a bare minimum of cooperation, and also learn just what the doctor would offer him first. All of these factors would tell Near how to proceed in order to get what he actually wanted from the encounter.

[damned_doctors]

There was something very off-putting about this boy, and the hair-twirling wasn't helping any. Mohinder felt as though he was the one being scrutinized, all of a sudden, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to ease some of the tension. It didn't do much good.

"Nathan, isn't it?" he began, unable to keep himself from thinking back to his last session at the familiar name. "'Mr. Ritter' is probably too formal, unless you'd prefer that. In any case," he hoped to avoid too much awkward silence, but knew he couldn't keep up all the talking himself, "why don't we start off by just having you tell me how you've been doing recently."

[thatdamnedninja]

Geez.

This was not what she needed right now.

'Course, the quack was probably gonna tell her otherwise. That's what quacks did, wasn't it? Yup. Or maybe Quack was gonna be some kind of absolute psycho, and she'd been embroiled in some kind of epic battle for survival, with only wits for weapons, or perhaps her slippers… It was pretty safe to say that Yuffie had very little patience left, and there was no way that she was gonna waste it on some weirdo doctor who wanted to poke around in her precious ninja brain meats. She poked her head in through the door, lip curled in distaste. “This looks like it's gonna be a real drag.”

She didn't wait to be invited in, immediately helping herself to the chair. By hopping onto the back of it, perching and balancing there nonchalantly. If it was going to be a drag, which it definitely, definitely was, then there was absolutely no harm in trying to brighten it up for herself a little!

[damned_doctors]

As his next patient peeked her head in and made a snide comment, Mohinder could only be thankful that at least this one was more chipper than the last. That was... until she jumped up on the back of the chair.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." He was up from his seat in an instant, coming around to the front of the desk and waving at her to get off of it. "Please get down. The chair isn't built to handle weight on the back like that." He wasn't willing to get near enough to her to where she could actually strike out, as according to her files this one was particularly acrobatic. "This session shouldn't be all that difficult, but I need you to sit properly."

[thatdamnedninja]

Quack had a bit of a point. The chair felt a little unstable, though it didn't creak ominously -- at least, it didn't creak loudly. Yuffie, a brilliant judge of perches and their relative safety, shifted her weight just so. There. Better. She smirked at the guy and his henpecking. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she'd thought… “I thought it was your job to make me comfortable, or something? Isn’t it? Right? I'm fine where I am, so let's just get this over with.”

Nothing about Yuffie's posture so much as suggested interest; not in the doctor, who was acting like a wet blanket-chicken hybrid and refusing to come any close, and not at all in the idea of actually telling this guy how she felt. She gave the room a casual inspection; the viable escape routes and possible makeshift weapons were noted, and the décor… Yuffie rolled her eyes. Bland all the way.

[damned_doctors]

"Miss Bloom, please," Mohinder insisted. He took a step forward as she resituated, then moved right back again. "I know you probably don't think highly of me, but it will make my job that much easier if you just sit properly. I wouldn't want to have to call the orderlies in here for something" so silly "like this."

He wasn't sure what else he could say to her to make her do as he asked. He had visions of the back of the chair tilting back and her slipping off and breaking something. Then again, with his luck she'd be nimble enough to avoid the fall and end up hopping on top of his computer or something.