Calling Dr Milbury [Locked for Milbury]

[icecoldwit]

She'd been patient -at least she thought she had, and while her last few days hadn't been completely unbearable, they hadn't really changed from the last week or so. Her food refused to remain in her stomach, she ached and frankly she was fed up

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[verysinister]

There was the soft sound of a door closing and Sinister stepped out of the offices with a cool smile on his face. "Miss Frost. If it was money I were worried about I surely wouldn't be here, would you?" It was rhetorical.

He moved to a small sink in the counter lining the wall and turned it on, washing his hands and looking at Emma out of the corner of his eye. "I assume that you are here for your results?"

[icecoldwit]

Her eyebrow raised at his attitude, she crossed her arms over her chest. "No, I thought I'd stop by for idle chit-chat. I'm ever so taken with you."

He may be an exceptional doctor, but he would never have been hers. She liked hers obedient and less with the back chat. And usually skilled with a scalpel in a completely different way. "Yes, I came for the results. You said two to three days."

[verysinister]

Sinister was skilled with a scalpel in ways that Emma could never even begin to imagine.

The water turned off, Sinister grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands. "Please don't tell that to Victor," he said with a dry, sharp smile, "I enjoy my head firmly attached to my shoulder." Sinister threw the paper away and gestured to an exam table. "And I did. Please have a seat."

[icecoldwit]

With a sigh, she followed his request, taking the seat again and waiting. "Well? Please don't be the type to draw this out," her tone was dry and absent. She was still hoping he'd tell her she had the flu.

"After all, I do still have things to continue doing." Not much, but enough to keep her out of the med lab for a while.