Test Results

[Vincent Romanov]

Vincent never understood why his Doctor over at Maddock General couldn't just email him his test results instead of insisting on sending them to the on call doctor at Hammel. True, Vincent wasn't going to pick up on all that fancy doctor speak, but his doctor could just try explaining things in plain everyday English. Much protesting and even some attempted bribery, Vincent still had not been able to convince his Doctor to just email him his test results. So, here he was again, making his way to the infirmary to have some skinny new intern or whatever try and explain the ins and outs of a body he knew nothing about. Had any of this been up to Vincent, he wouldn't even bother with the medical tests, but Hammel insisted on a checkup every six months to see if his meta ability was having any adverse effects on him. Going to see a head shrink once a month was bad enough, but at least that doctor was Sean and someone who had a good understanding.

Stopping at the door to the infirmary, Vincent cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. He was dressed in security uniform, black suit and tie.....minus the tie though. With a huff, Vincent twisted the knob on the door and pushed his way inside the generic looking office. It looked like any other medical office to Vincent, but then again, he never really paid them much attention which inside of them. He was usually ready to get what he needed and then to be gone quickly.

Vincent let the door to the room close slowly behind him as he slid his hands into his pockets. "Hello," he said, trying to garner some attention from whoever was on call today. "Look I'm just here to get my test results and then I'm gone. The quicker we go over them, the quicker the both of us can get on with our daily business," he added, a bit of a nervous tone in his voice. Vincent just really didn't like doctors and he wasn't sure why. Sean thought the fear might have stemmed from the makeshift medical tents over in the Middle East which sparked this fear of medical places. Vincent had seen all sorts of horrible disfigured bodies lying in those tents, all swollen and near death because the doctors there lacked the sanitary conditions and proper tools to treat them.

[Dr. Theo Atwell]

There was a throat clearing sounds, and another sound he couldn't quite make out, meaning it was too quiet for him or muffled. He did hear a heartbeat, meaning someone was coming to bother him. Of course, someone was always coming tpo bother him, he was he doctor here. He heard the door open but didn't pay it too much mind. He was working through a genetic sequence, and finding a few interesting anomalies. Really, maybe that was what he had been missing all along. He wasn't sure though, so he marked it and put it in a folder, letting it sit on the edge of his desk. The thin man leaned back for a moment, listening. A quick heartbeat, the faint tang of..was that fear? Someone really didn't like doctors or hospitals then. It wasn't strong enough to be real fear, but it was also mixed with a scent he had always identified with nervousness. Interesting. And not a student if he was anyone to judge. It didn't sound right to be a student.

" Hello," Not a question, more of a flat tone of someone just trying to see if anyone was about. Theo rose and put his glasses back on. The person spoke more, something about medical files to go over. Said files were sitting on his desk, marked Romanov, Vincent. So this was the person the files had been sent over for. He didn't understand why the hospital didn't just call the man in. Although, maybe they wanted Theo to deal with him in his slightly less than professional manner?

He grabbed the file and stood, making his way into the general room from his small office in the back. Vincent Romanov was dressed in all black, and Theo in his mind marked him as someone on the security team. In fact, he was quite sure this man was head of security. Quickly he snapped the folder open, read through it and looked back up.

" Mr. Romanov. I'm not quite sure why Maddoc Hospital sent me your file to go over with you. But in light of it I guess we'd better get to the going over part eh?" He with one foot pulled a rolling stool over, motioning to one of the nearby chairs for Vincent.