...i wasn't -serious-.

[lynx]

"Yes... some people have to be because the muscels used for smiling aren't used often, or weren't there... They have to be taught and such." Nods his head. Chuckles a bit.

"It is the start of a pretty design, but shouldn't you use paper instead of your flesh? It'd... be much healthier." Nods to this. He doesn't like to see patients mutilating themselves, it was just very disturbing to the very white doctor. He had gotten much paler because of the blood loss. They had just hooked up a new blood bag to him too.

Pauses for a moment, "Ah, Dr. DeVrais... He's... my co-worker. I don't know him very well yet, but from what I've heard he's a very good doctor. I'm sorry that he doesn't get to see you that often. I'm new, so I'm getting some of the cases he doesn't want, him having seniority. So... I get all the other people. It seems quite a few doctors quit all at once..." Ponders for a moment, before looking at her again, smliling. He was brought another glass of orange juice, not spilled. He drank it.

"So, what do you do around here, Miss Gretchen?"

[&Gretchen]

She blinked at him slowly, trying to get what he was telling her. Put her fingers to the corners of her mouth and wiggled it around a bit. Stopped and crossed her arms over her chest. Tried to smile again and failed epically. And gruesomely. "Who teaches me this?" She wondered what it would be like to be happy. Assuming she learned how to smile.

"Healthier?" she questioned. "It is the same thing, vraiment… I do not feel the pain. And if I lose un grand amount de blood they replace it pour moi." She said this with the same matter-of-fact tone that she always spoke in. Et… It feels better than on papier."

She listened to his commentary on Dr. DeVrais while looking around her bed in a searching manner. "Are you angry about getting leftover cases?" she asked, her gaze leveling on the IV sticking out of her arm. As she spoke she took it out, held it between her fingers, and started picking at the scabs of her design to 'clear the work area'. Fresh blood started oozing out from the wounds. Exactly what she was doing was not visible by Dr. Katze in his current position, or her guard, who had turned around in his pouty rage.

"I follow the schedule, mostly," she told him as she worked on her tree. "There is a child of autism who is in the room next to mine. Sometimes he comes into my room and speaks to me." She used the needle to add a leaf to a bare branch, wiping the blood away with her fingers. "Is your life of more interest?"

[lynx]

If he knew what she was doing he would've stopped her. Serious buisness there is no lie here.

"If I had both hands I'd show you with them how to get the muscels off. ..." Pauses. "Possibly because you don't feel pain, and mostly other things, the signals to them might be a bit messed up, Miss Gretchen. I fell asleep during most of my other medical courses so I'm not too sure on the subject... Perhaps one of the doctors could tell you such?" Ponders this for a moment, head tilting to the side.

"...I'm not. I'm just glad that I can be of some use and that I can help pacients. That's my job, after all." Not to mention he's getting paid over half a million a year for this, by the way.

Ponders a moment more. "I see pacients, eat lunch, and go home every day to do... whatever. It depends on what I'm in the mood for. Sometimes I just stay home and read a book..." Tilts his head. "Ah, are you friends with this autistic boy?" He was so sincerely into what she was saying, it was almost precious!

FIFTIETH POST, WOOT!

[&Gretchen]

Due to her generally dense and literal nature, many people thought that Gretchen did not possess the ability to be sneaky, amongst other things. While some of these assumptions were in fact correct, the sneakiness one was not something you wanted to throw out of the picture. Most people, including Dr. Katze, would assume that her escalation in talking level may be a sign of recovery.

She was actually doing it to distract him from her picture. Whether she was doing this with conscious intent, however, was a completely different matter. She did not want to be stopped from her art. Her subconscious mind knew that the doctor would interfere with her goals, so she was becoming more involved with the conversation. It was not that she truly wished to hide it from him. She had nothing against the man. Or anyone, for that matter.

"Interessant…" She murmured. Was losing herself in her art. Not good.

Luckily for her, a tall guy with long black hair and a cane walked in. He looked like he was on something. He kept touching the top of his head as if something were missing there.

"Dr. Katze?" he asked, his eyes locking onto the only man in the room. Who was the man he happened to be searching for. "It is time to go. Do you have everything ready?" A British accent. What was he doing in Australia? Guards didn’t exactly get paid enough to cross the world for.

The man limped stiffly over to where the doctor lay, ready to assist him if he required any help.

Gretchen immersed herself in her drawing, feeling some relief.

"Have a nice day," she said quietly.

[lynx]

Blinks, frowning. He had a figuring what she was doing but of course before he could say or do anything, a man with a limp and a can came in. Tilts his head at the man--he looked WAY too young for such a thing. Perhaps surgery? And what was with the head-touching? Dandruff? Lice? Weird? DING DING DING ON THE LAST ONE LYNX MY BOI!

He bid sweet Gretchen farewell and smiled. "I-I have everything sir." He basically motioned to the kitty in his lap. A nurse wheeled a wheelchair to him, and handed him two perscriptions. A bag, and such. Lynx had to have help getting into the wheelchair.

Poor dear was all injured.

INTERRUPTION: I like pie. Not plum pie, but, delicious nutrisush lemon pie. Meringe not included. =D I just love my lemony stuff.

BACK TO LE POSTEY.

Lynx was wheeled over to the male. "Ah...? Are you taking me home then? I'm quite unable to drive, sir... My keys are in my office, and the ferrari is in the parking lot... You don't mind helping me at all sir, do you?" Oh he just looked so adorable all injured, who could NOT help this man?

Looks to Gretchen. "Stop mutilating yourself Miss, and have a good day!"