Wow I really liked those shorts for the blind chick! Do you think you could continue on with the doctors one?
Hello! I can certainly try.
Since no specific pronouns were given in the original, I will continue keeping the reader gender neutral here.
The Doctor - Herman Carter
“Yes.”
The answer was simple, matter of fact in a way that seemed like it was the obvious answer.
Herman collected the pages, shuffling them together into a neat pile and slipping them away into a file. He had always been meticulous, organized to a point of near obsession that even a pen being slightly misaligned would sour his mood for the entire day.
“Why?” You asked, tilting your head as the man stood and rounded his desk. Herman made a noise akin to a scoff, folding the file away neatly with the others. “Superstition.” He replied, the same matter of fact tone as before. “It clouds judgment, makes one panic over things that aren’t there.”
He raised a hand, grazing a hand over the selection of documents until he found what he was looking for. Pulling from the shelf, he returned to his seat and continued “How many times have they watched you die?”
It was an uncomfortable question, one that made your stomach twist with anxiety at the memories. “I don’t know” you mumbled quietly. Herman simply nodded, satisfied with the answer “Enough for you to lose count, yet they still believe you are some form of construct.”
The man opened the file, thumbing through the pages within and selecting a few to lay out. Reading was still a skill you were working on, your new found eyesight bringing forth the opportunity to understand things that were previously just blank empty textures. Still, you noticed the descriptions written, matching them to several figures around the campfire.
“It is ridiculous.” He muttered, the normally calm even voice twisted with …annoyance and anger. You watched the way his pale eyes scanned to pages before him, his crazed stare darkening to something wholly different.
“Is that all?” His eyes snapped to you, left eye twitching slightly as a pulse of static moved along his neck. Herman was a man of many, many words. Sometimes it was difficult to get him to stop talking once he found a topic that piqued his interest, yet when it came to the discussion of the two of you, Herman became noticeably quiet.
Feelings. The discussion on his personal feelings was one he greatly avoided speaking of, it made him fidget and uneasy. He wanted to say it plainly, as clear and concise as he always spoke but every time found his throat too dry, and his brain too scattered. Insufferable. Herman sat straight, fixing his gaze on burning a hole into his desk.
“The behaviour will be corrected, you’ll not have to worry about it much longer.” You watched as resumed his notes, writing down various ideas in the strange almost messy way he wrote. You looked back towards the ceiling, closing your eyes and listening to sounds of Lery’s.