Dayshift 32: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli]

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So there would be two patients passing through this door this morning? Nothing Dr. Disraeli couldn't handle, but it did seem a bit odd for such an establishment to require double booking. Were they short on staff, or perhaps Dr. Landel just wanted to see how he, most likely they, would cope. Jizabel certainly would have done the same had he held the position of power here. Making underlings earn their pay was only half the fun. Unfortunately, being one of those underlings (for now) left no room for Dr. Disraeli to argue. He'd just have to deal with Misters Federline and Chen both before being allowed his break – an adult and a teenager should not be too difficult.

Though both their files had made mentions of fire and brimstone explosions.

Speaking of, it looked as though something had tried to explode in his left hand drawer. Closer inspection proved that it had instead been forced open from the outside. Far better than an explosive mishap resulting from an incorrectly labeled toxin he may have tossed in there before leaving. He knew he would not have been that careless.

But who had forced the drawer open? A colleague perhaps? Oh, but that would have been a bold move after only the first day. Of course, having seeing Professor Washu's lunchtime outburst, he wasn’t beyond speculating as to certain things. That the drawer had been pushed back was another point of consideration. Someone didn't want to get in trouble and had tried to hide their snooping. A spiteful co-worker would have preferred to decimate the office as a far clearer statement of contempt. Or that was at the very least how messages were conveyed in Delilah. No blood on the floor in this instance either. Pity.

He'd have to sort out a culprit later; the knock on the door indicated it was time to begin. Again calling for entrance - nothing in either patients' files had warranted a greeting at the door - he readied himself for another busy day.

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"Really?"

Dr. Disraeli placed a hand to his chin, eying the boy in contemplation. He knew better than to completely trust the words of an insane child, but ignoring them was not something he'd do either. There was always something that could be gleaned from what even the psychotic said, and this was no different.

But for there to be "monsters" in the hallways... but no, Jizabel had yet to attempt anything here. All of his experiments were on hold as well. Was it possible that the Organization already had a hand on this place? Or was he just giving the words far too much credit? The latter, he decided. Really, what purpose would Delilah have had for a mental institution? Unless, of course, they had finally decided that every last member needed admittance. What an amusing thought.

"And this happens every night, does it?" he decided it would do well for him to pry into such an area. Really, he had nothing to lose. If it was merely a fantasy of the boy's, then there was no harm, but if there was more to it, then Jizabel wanted to know. What dark secrets did this place hold, if any, and could he use them to his advantage?

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"Yes, every night," Zuko answered suspiciously. He couldn't tell if the doctor was humoring him or actually believed his words, but seeing as how he hadn't been thrown out he didn't have much of a choice but to continue.

"What I ran into isn't even the worst of the things that are out there..."

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"You've met other things than cats, then, on these other nights?" he asked. The boy clearly had more he was not telling, and since Jizabel was interested, he would not be letting Mr. Chen go until he was satisfied. Or until the hour was up, whichever came first.

He tried to recall if he'd seen anything hinting towards monsters or even normal household animals in the patient file, but could not think that there was anything. So this story was probably based out of here then. To his knowledge, the only animals on the grounds would be the birds and perhaps squirrels that came and went in the outdoor areas. Maybe a stray cat had climbed in over a fence.

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"One other," Zuko admitted, talking more to himself than the doctor as he slowly recalled what happened. "The first night I was brought here, I saw a man attacking people in the Sun Room... but he was taller than any human-- he wasn't a patient."

He'd almost forgotten about that encounter, which wasn't too surprising since his group didn't actually engage the creature before they found themselves back in their beds. That was probably a good thing...

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He considered a moment before reaching for a bottom drawer again, the same one he'd gone for during Mr. Federline's session, and for the same reason. This time though, there was an actual subject aside from intricate blood and gore - a tall human in the Sun Room, was it?

"Do you think you could draw this man for me? Or the giant cat, perhaps?" he asked, setting a new binder and a pencil towards the far edge of his desk. "It doesn't have to be perfect since you may not be the best at drawing, but I'm curious." And he was. Mr. Chen did not seem to be lying, so that naturally meant he believed the strange words coming out of his mouth. There had to be pictures to go along with them. What did this boy think he'd seen attacking him during the evening hours?