The doctor continued his work calmly while the male nurse attached a print-out from the ultrasound to her IV stand, apparently under orders. Claire realised with a shock that neither nurse had spoken since she'd woken up, nor offered any kind of support. Even the abuse she'd gotten from the very first nurse was better than this. This.. this was like some kind of horror movie, with no friends and some crazy scientist with emotionally defunct minions.
The thought of Rose, Ami and Daisy made her squeeze her eyelids shut, frightened of what might have happened to any of them. After those gunshots, Claire's imagination was her worst enemy and it wasn't like these people had done anything to ease her nerves. She trembled, biting her lip against a sob.
"Stop that, you silly child," Dr Bastard ordered. "See what you made me do? Nurse, a clean swab if you please."
Claire reopened her eyes and winced. Her small movements had caused a syringe to scratch across her skin and blood was welling up. The sight made her mouth go dry, so she fumbled for more water, knocking the plastic cup over in the process.
"Shit. Sorry.." she whispered, fighting the urge to weep in case it distressed her baby some more (whatever that meant).
"Of course," the doctor replied wryly, placing what was apparently his last needle back on the tray. "Now, a few more questions."
"More? Like what?"
"Is there a history of paranormal ability in your family?"
What? "No."
"In the father's?"
Claire looked away, hating the fact that this guy could seem so bothered about her child's well-being and so callous towards her at the same time. It wasn't her fault that they'd crashed on a tropical island, let alone been kidnapped. Everything else in between hadn't actually been that bad.. not perfect by any means, but at least she hadn't felt so bloody helpless.
"How's this going to help my baby?"
"Surely you need only know that it will?" the doctor snapped impatiently. "Now, is there a history of paranormal ability in the father's family?"
Shite. "Not that I know of."
"How disappointing," he commented blandly as he flipped to a new page. "Has there been any occasion in which.."
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[Claire] Laying blame (3)
Date: 2006-07-11 12:27 am (UTC)The thought of Rose, Ami and Daisy made her squeeze her eyelids shut, frightened of what might have happened to any of them. After those gunshots, Claire's imagination was her worst enemy and it wasn't like these people had done anything to ease her nerves. She trembled, biting her lip against a sob.
"Stop that, you silly child," Dr Bastard ordered. "See what you made me do? Nurse, a clean swab if you please."
Claire reopened her eyes and winced. Her small movements had caused a syringe to scratch across her skin and blood was welling up. The sight made her mouth go dry, so she fumbled for more water, knocking the plastic cup over in the process.
"Shit. Sorry.." she whispered, fighting the urge to weep in case it distressed her baby some more (whatever that meant).
"Of course," the doctor replied wryly, placing what was apparently his last needle back on the tray. "Now, a few more questions."
"More? Like what?"
"Is there a history of paranormal ability in your family?"
What? "No."
"In the father's?"
Claire looked away, hating the fact that this guy could seem so bothered about her child's well-being and so callous towards her at the same time. It wasn't her fault that they'd crashed on a tropical island, let alone been kidnapped. Everything else in between hadn't actually been that bad.. not perfect by any means, but at least she hadn't felt so bloody helpless.
"How's this going to help my baby?"
"Surely you need only know that it will?" the doctor snapped impatiently. "Now, is there a history of paranormal ability in the father's family?"
Shite. "Not that I know of."
"How disappointing," he commented blandly as he flipped to a new page. "Has there been any occasion in which.."
Claire lay back against the pillows and sighed.