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Day 46: Doctor's Office 3 (Dr. Kisugi) [Second Shift]
The extra day off had been a bit of a surprise, explained to her apologetically by the Institute staff as a last-minute schedule change. Despite the fact that such a change would have little to no effect on her plans, if there was anything that Makiko disliked, it was something unexpected. That in and of itself had been sufficient to put her in an unpleasant mood by the time she'd arrived in her office that morning, but once she'd arrived she found there had been even more changes to her schedule, and nobody had seen fit to warn her of these ones before she'd laid eyes on it.
It seemed that some of her patients had been released - released, already, and without consulting her? These were her patients involved here, didn't the administration understand that? She'd not be able to make any progress whatsoever without any kind of set regimen, a fixed schedule in which to work. This was simply intolerable; even with what she'd been given she'd been anticipating this week's sessions, a second opportunity with certain of them (she could almost taste the bitter tang of fear on her tongue, even more bitter now with the knowledge that that person was now out of her reach) and now she had to start over with several patients.
The only consolation she could find was that the first one for today was a certain Eric Derringer. Even though he certainly wasn't her usual target, he was still at least somewhat entertaining to bait. If she didn't have to spend the entire session listening to someone whine about their paltry problems, then at least it wasn't a complete waste.
She pushed a random CD into the player and punched the "play" button with considerably more force than necessary, barely even noticing the music as it began. After a moment to school her features into her standard calm, impassive mask, Kisugi Makiko opened the man's file and began to read over her notes from the previous week, mentally filling in some of the gaps with her experience with him in town. He should be arriving any minute now, and she had no intention of him seeing her in anything other than complete control.
It seemed that some of her patients had been released - released, already, and without consulting her? These were her patients involved here, didn't the administration understand that? She'd not be able to make any progress whatsoever without any kind of set regimen, a fixed schedule in which to work. This was simply intolerable; even with what she'd been given she'd been anticipating this week's sessions, a second opportunity with certain of them (she could almost taste the bitter tang of fear on her tongue, even more bitter now with the knowledge that that person was now out of her reach) and now she had to start over with several patients.
The only consolation she could find was that the first one for today was a certain Eric Derringer. Even though he certainly wasn't her usual target, he was still at least somewhat entertaining to bait. If she didn't have to spend the entire session listening to someone whine about their paltry problems, then at least it wasn't a complete waste.
She pushed a random CD into the player and punched the "play" button with considerably more force than necessary, barely even noticing the music as it began. After a moment to school her features into her standard calm, impassive mask, Kisugi Makiko opened the man's file and began to read over her notes from the previous week, mentally filling in some of the gaps with her experience with him in town. He should be arriving any minute now, and she had no intention of him seeing her in anything other than complete control.