Today was just full of surprises, or that was what Jizabel had determined following the Lunch Break. First he'd arrived to hear of a riot amidst a strange military occupation and now he was learning that not only were his afternoon sessions to include a patient who had earned solitary as the result of said riot, but that there would only be that one session. Apparently his only female patient of the day had been released with no one filling the vacancy.

And all that was excluding the fact that the doctor himself had been forced to play things carefully for the day.

Handing over the released patient's file to a nurse, Jizabel rubbed at the indentation on the bridge of his nose and wondered exactly why he had expected an easier environment to work in than this. Alexis had been the one to recommend him here - perhaps not in so many words, but that he knew of the place had been enough of a warning. Part of him had to even wonder if some of this was by his father's doing. That man would enjoy giving him a rough time as some form of punishment.

"I know it's a bit unsettling Doctor," a nurse broke his train of thought, the woman having yet to leave after retrieving the file, "but hopefully it's only for the rest of the day. Please try to bear with it."

"It's fine," the Doctor waved a hand for the woman to leave, "So long as my patients are conscious." And, hopefully, at least partially coherent. Withdrawing his hand, he took up his spectacles and settled them back in place. "Please show Mr. Michaels in as soon as he arrives."

 
The entire day seemed like one that was made to make the staff uncomfortable; first the more than slightly intimidating miltary-like presence, then the food fight at breakfast, followed by very strict guidelines to get everyone back on track.

Things were getting back to the way they should be; that wasn't an issue. It seemed that the somewhat questionable methods that the nurse had seen implemented during that day were effective, to say the least. Though she didn't necessarily agree with everything that had been done, she couldn't argue with the results.

Which was why she continued to move chairs around the room, to make sure everything was ready before the patients arrived for their session. As soon as they were in place, she went back over the files. Three fully grown patients - enough to make sure she was on her toes, she was sure. Diego, Zachary, and Kelly; they sure sounded like they would be a lively bunch.

Time would only tell, she was sure, and she took her own seat in front of the three other chairs, the files and her notes laid neatly in her lap.