Day 64: Doctor's Office 6 [Third Shift]

[oncologist]

Having to work on a Sunday might have been something that Wilson complained about, if it wasn't for the fact that his schedule here was always so light. Even when he'd had a heavier schedule back at Princeton-Plainsboro, he couldn't say that working on Sundays was a thing that never happened. He couldn't count the number of times that he'd sacrificed his free time to go into the office and do paperwork or dictations or whatever else needed to be done.

It was part of being a doctor, honestly. Anyone who didn't think that their life was going to get consumed by it was probably delusional.

That being said, Wilson felt he'd done a decent job of keeping his interactions with the patients strictly professional. He could have tried to track down some of them in Doyleton yesterday, for instance, but he'd refrained. The idea of getting too tangled up with a mental patient was something even he wasn't about to get involved with.

Despite having to come in on a Sunday, though, Wilson was only needed after lunch, and so he was working on a full stomach as he entered his office and sat down at his desk. Today he would be seeing two patients: Jude, or Allelujah, the man with the split personality -- and someone new, a Watanabe Yori. Wilson got his files in order and then waited, curious to see who would walk through the doors first.

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[tender_cruelty]

Allelujah's fingers twitched, and he wanted nothing more than to grab the doctor by the collar, by the throat, and shake him until he saw the truth about this place. He was blind, so blind to be able to overlook what was going on here. How could people be so stupid? "I don't get sick," he hissed. "I'm twenty, years old, I think, and I have never once been ill. Getting sick once is too much."

He leaned back against the couch, stubbornly looking away from the doctor, lips pressed into a hard line. "If I'm sick, then I'm useless. If I'm sick then I can't fight and I don't have a purpose if I can't fight."

[oncologist]

This was the closest that Wilson had seen Jude get to anger since they'd started having these sessions, and he had to wonder if he was going to see Hallelujah for himself at this point. Granted, Jude had told him that his other personality only came to the forefront when he had to do something he didn't have the strength to take care of himself, and this situation didn't really fit that.

It was probably for the better. From what Wilson understood, Hallelujah was violent, and he didn't want to be put in a position where he had to call the orderlies in.

But what Jude said next stood out, mainly because Wilson couldn't see the sense to it. "If you can't fight? But you haven't had the chance to fight since you arrived here, have you?" It was true that being sick prevented someone from doing all sorts of things, but since when had this patient put so much stock into fighting?