Dayshift 61: Doctor's Office 8 (Dr. Cox) [4th Shift]

[notyoursafetynet]

Given what he'd done to the last nurse that had bothered him, and the fact that it had already been more than ten minutes since that time, Cox was fairly certain that every nurse, orderly, receptionist and even janitor currently working that day knew about it. And maybe some that weren't working if this place actually got decent phone service. As such, when his door next opened, he decided not to even bother looking back from his continued lounging on the sofa, choosing instead to go right into his current jackass routine.

“This is Doctor Cox,” he droned out mechanically with all the monotony of an answering machine, “So sorry I can't come to the door right now, buuuut if you drop your package at the beep and leave without a word, I'll be sure to not start listing off your biggest insecurities and, thereby, make you leave in tears." Message completed, he drew in a deep breath and finished with a long, "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep," that was not going to end until he heard the door closing behind him.

Comments

[mirthful]

"Uhhhh..." Gamzee just blinked at the man, not sure what to think of that. How did someone pretend to be broken? He wasn't even sure what was required to be considered someone needing repair. "I don't know if that would all be that motherfuckin' fun. Don't honestly know what a brother wants me to do."

Did he know anyone who needed... what was he getting here? Special counseling-type help? Someone to listen to his problems, maybe? He'd listened to other troll's problems before. Eridan had a lot of them. Maybe if he tried acting a little more like Eridan he'd be properly playing along with whatever game the man was trying to get him to play right now. He slouched a little in his seat, attempting to look thoughtful and not succeeding all that well.

"Is it I should be gettin' to you about some fuckin' quadrant issues?"

[notyoursafetynet]

Cox sighed, a whimper as the other might hear it as he rolled onto his back and lifted his hands to his eyes, rubbing his palms over them. After a few passes he stopped, hands still glued to his face as he lay unmoving.

Maybe, just maybe if he pretended himself to be broken then happy-go-goosey would react similar to another idiot Cox knew and get so confused that he'd shut off again. There was just enough of a chance for that to happen that Cox was willing to part with a few of his precious breaths by holding them in.

[mirthful]

No such luck. Gamzee just sat patiently, legs kicking beneath him as he sat and head bobbling slightly to a tune only he could hear. He wasn't going to stop the doctor from taking a nap if he wanted. It was his office, after all. Maybe he'd take a nap too if he ended up being in there for very long.

As it was, he just sort of zoned out again. What else did the doctor want him to do?

[notyoursafetynet]

Having half expected for goose to go off and start honking on him again, Cox was pleasantly surprised when silence finally prevailed in his office. It was, for all purposes of the word, amazing that the only thing he could hear was breathing coming from the direction of the chair, so amazing in face that Cox could not help his curiosity. His hands lifted, and his head turned enough for Cox to see that Goose had returned to his broken self, blank stare and all.

Cox didn't smile for the action however. Instead he pulled his hands down, pressed his palms together and, turning his eyes to the ceiling, mouthed out a silent "Thank you" to whatever being might have been listening to him up there.