“Good afternoon.” He responded with a sly smirk, giving his wristwatch a glance. The orderlies should be on their way to escort her to his office now. Usually the doctor would have just waited there, but he wanted to see how she was coping amongst the crazies. “Did you sleep well?” Jonathan was going out of his way to taunt the woman today. This was his domain, she was powerless. “I trust the sedatives did their job efficiently? No stomach cramps or migraines?”
Even without her words, Selina’s eyes oozed derision as she glared at the doctor. “Peachy, doc.” It was rare that the woman ever felt ill at ease, or like a fly in a spider’s web – but she felt that chill in the dip of her chest now. It was a weakness that she didn’t intend for the doctor to exploit.
Her lips pursed in a moue, jaw working infinitesimally in a clenching motion. “As if you care.” His well mannered facade didn’t phase her. She herself utilized that mask as well.
