The questioning went on interminably. So long, in fact, that Daisy went from scared...to bored. She had mentally tagged her questioners as Doctor Mengele and Nurse Ratched, since they hadn't bothered to introduce themselves. Doctor Mengele asked her questions; Nurse Ratched took notes.
The doctor alternated between questions about her resistance to drugs and her healing ability and questions about her mental state and personality. After the umpteenth time she answered "I don't know," he looked up from his list of questions and frowned at her.
Daisy's boredom evaporated. "What?"
"I find it hard to believe you don't know the answers to these simple questions, Miss Adair. It causes me to doubt your commitment to cooperating with us."
"Why would I know the answers to these questions?" Daisy asked. "You're asking me about the limits of my ability to heal. As you pointed out yourself, I still feel pain."
Doctor Mengele frowned, unconvinced but still listening.
"I don't like pain," Daisy said. "I try to avoid it. Which means that I don't do things that are likely to require me to need to heal. So why would I have learned the kind of things you're asking about?" she concluded reasonably.
Dr. Mengele glanced at Nurse Ratched. "She makes a good point," he said. "Make a note that we'll need to employ the secondary protocol when we go to phase two." Daisy felt a twist of fear but kept it off of her face. She didn't like the sound of that at all.
"Yes, doctor," Nurse Ratched said and scrawled a note on her clipboard.
Doctor Mengele flipped through several pages of questions. "Alright," he announced. "I'll pass over some of these questions. There are still plenty of other questions for us to go over.
"So, Miss Adair, if you please--which of the following words would you say most accurately describes you...."
Daisy answered the question. And the next one. And the next. She yawned occasionally as the questioning progressed. Of all the emotions she'd expected to endure from the moment she'd seen Ami collapse in the garden and realized they were under attack, boredom was the last.
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[Daisy] Questions, questions, questions
Date: 2006-06-29 07:16 am (UTC)The doctor alternated between questions about her resistance to drugs and her healing ability and questions about her mental state and personality. After the umpteenth time she answered "I don't know," he looked up from his list of questions and frowned at her.
Daisy's boredom evaporated. "What?"
"I find it hard to believe you don't know the answers to these simple questions, Miss Adair. It causes me to doubt your commitment to cooperating with us."
"Why would I know the answers to these questions?" Daisy asked. "You're asking me about the limits of my ability to heal. As you pointed out yourself, I still feel pain."
Doctor Mengele frowned, unconvinced but still listening.
"I don't like pain," Daisy said. "I try to avoid it. Which means that I don't do things that are likely to require me to need to heal. So why would I have learned the kind of things you're asking about?" she concluded reasonably.
Dr. Mengele glanced at Nurse Ratched. "She makes a good point," he said. "Make a note that we'll need to employ the secondary protocol when we go to phase two." Daisy felt a twist of fear but kept it off of her face. She didn't like the sound of that at all.
"Yes, doctor," Nurse Ratched said and scrawled a note on her clipboard.
Doctor Mengele flipped through several pages of questions. "Alright," he announced. "I'll pass over some of these questions. There are still plenty of other questions for us to go over.
"So, Miss Adair, if you please--which of the following words would you say most accurately describes you...."
Daisy answered the question. And the next one. And the next. She yawned occasionally as the questioning progressed. Of all the emotions she'd expected to endure from the moment she'd seen Ami collapse in the garden and realized they were under attack, boredom was the last.