Dayshift 48: Doctor's Office 8 (Dr. Disraeli) [second shift]

[adoptingmylove]

The last day of his workweek came much later than anticipated, however Jizabel found no problems with the later date. Honestly it was much more normal to finish out the week on a Friday than their usual Thursday. That left the proper weekend where no one could question as to why they were not working. This "weekend" would be shorter though as

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[oftemptation]

To say that Endrance was nervous about this was an understatement. He had managed to sleep through breakfast, and when the nurse came to say that he needed to get up now because he was there to see a doctor, he had almost gone into a blind panic. He'd had to remind himself multiple times that attacking a nurse was not a smart idea, and neither was trying to bolt. In fact, he had quietly murmured it to himself as the nurse got him up, made him put those slippers on, and walk down the halls.

His face was white as a sheet as the nurse guided him to a chair, and he shivered, looking at the man once and then looking away. If this was the bastard that had hurt Haseo...but no. It couldn't have been; that had been a woman, and this clearly wasn't. Still, if they were working together...

"I...don't feel so well." Those might be famous last words.

[adoptingmylove]

"Good morning... Mr. Reynolds," Dr. Disraeli greeted with a slight pause, needing to glance the patient file once more to be sure. He had thought his first patient would be male, however the eyes did enjoy playing tricks. There were no tricks to be had though, at least not when it came to reading the file. Male in anatomy only then. Looks were another area altogether.

Smiling so as to put those thoughts from mind, Dr. Disraeli held off on introducing himself to address the patient's first words. "Did you inform your nurse before coming? I'm sure she could give you something before we continue here," he suggested.

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"..."

He didn't answer in words - no. That wasn't right; he couldn't answer in words, not right away. Instead, Endrance shook his head, and tried to slow down his heartbeat and breathing enough to speak.

"I'll be fine...just a bit of a stomachache. I don't think it's anything serious."

The words weren't a lie - his stomach was turning flips. It wasn't the truth of what was bothering him, but...getting to that truth required talking, and while he wasn't usually talkative anyway, this...well. Talking to any doctor here didn't feel like a good idea.

[adoptingmylove]

"If you're sure then..." Dr. Disraeli frowned and left a pause in case Mr. Reynolds changed his mind. When the silence continued, he decided to continue with a more proper introduction and simply hope he didn't end up with a retching patient within the next hour. That would be just the perfect way to ruin his morning.

"I am Dr. Jizabel Disraeli, and I will be your therapist for your stay here." Barring anymore games of musical doctors and patients. There had already been one doctor to leave on short notice, however he had somehow avoided a last minute addition to his roster. "Since this is our first meeting, we'll refrain from anything too intense. For now we can simply speak on whatever you wish to."