Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 14:26:56 GMT -5
The hissing of the heavy sec door sliding open rouses me from
my thoughts of home.Sitting up in my hospital bed I watched
as DR.Alexia Ross steps into my room with her usual professional
manner, her ever present data pad in hand. It's been six weeks
and I still can't help giving her a once over.
She is a small woman, about five foot four and sleekly curvacious
even under the Yamatetsu lab coat and loose fitting scrubs.Her honey
blonde pixie cut at once seems out of place for a woman in her position,
and yet suits her perfectly.Her lightly tanned skin sets off her amberjack
yellow eyes to stunning effect even under the harsh incandescent lights.
Her manner as always is professional but warm,and over the last six
weeks I have gotten the feeling that when not on the corporate clock the
doc knew how to have a good time. She smiles warmly as she looks up
from the data pad and meets my unblinking gaze.She gets points for that
most of the staff has a hard time looking me in the green slitted eye.
"Mr. Vaschon how are we feeling today?" "Doc you've seen me naked you
can call me Drexle". I pause for a second as if in thought while she
suppresses a giggle and add. "Actually you can just call me". I start to
wink but stop half way through the pointless facial twitch,Sighing as
my bravado fails me.
"The scales still itch a bit doc,and I keep forgetting that I don't have
eye lids.Holding up my hands which like the rest of me are now covered
in thick mottled grey scales. "I'm getting used to the claws though". It's
true I am getting used to the four inches of glossy black dagger that now
cap my scaly digits."Though it seems I will have to custom order my boots
from now on".
I shoot her my best flirty smile as I tap my talons against the plasteel bed
rail.She flashes me a brief grin before looking back to the charts on her data
pad. "Our research to date indicates that the itching is a common symptom,
you will most likely under go a molting process within the next three to five
days at which point the itching will subside.The urge to wink however is
psychosomatic and only time will correct that".
After a brief pause as she reads through the rest of the charts she looks
back up."your genetic structure has stabilized and the results of your physical
and blood work all came back clear,you are a perfectly healthy young reptile".
The doc gives me a wink with the last line."As for your foot wear Gino's is the
place to go, his prices are good for the high quality work he does.Tell him
Pixie-styks sent you,the first pairs on me".
Before I can stammer out an astonished thank you she was looking serious
once more. "Now for the bad news Mr. Vaschon,I'm afraid the surge traits you
have manifested are not what we are looking for in our placement program".
Her amber eyes soften for just a moment if you blinked you would have missed
it, I didn't blink."However we here at Yamatetsu wish to thank you for
volunteering to come in and let us study your metamorphosis as a token of our
gratitude and in light of our inability to place you please accept this stipend".
Stepping forward she produces a credstick from the pocket of her lab coat gingerly
placing it in the center of my palm. Her fingertips feel cool as they slide outward
across my palm her hand slowly descending until the credstick is cradled between
our palms. Her hand seems so...small, so soft and delicate resting atop my large
scaly palm. I have to suppress the urge to enfold her hand in mine,it wouldn't take
much of a slip for my new claws to seriously injure her. "I just might by the way"
she whispers as she meets my gaze once more.
Stepping back to a professional distance and resuming her two handed grip on the
data pad. "Your clothes have been cleaned and sterilized and are in the cupboard,
you may pick up your personal items in security on your way out". she nodded curtly.
"Have a nice day Mr. Vaschon".
Just like that she is gone,striding down the hallway into the ward. It takes me a
second to process what she said after removing her hand from mine. I'm too busy
wondering if the brief caress and whispered words mean what they seem to imply,
namely that a successful and respected doctor is interested in me!
my thoughts of home.Sitting up in my hospital bed I watched
as DR.Alexia Ross steps into my room with her usual professional
manner, her ever present data pad in hand. It's been six weeks
and I still can't help giving her a once over.
She is a small woman, about five foot four and sleekly curvacious
even under the Yamatetsu lab coat and loose fitting scrubs.Her honey
blonde pixie cut at once seems out of place for a woman in her position,
and yet suits her perfectly.Her lightly tanned skin sets off her amberjack
yellow eyes to stunning effect even under the harsh incandescent lights.
Her manner as always is professional but warm,and over the last six
weeks I have gotten the feeling that when not on the corporate clock the
doc knew how to have a good time. She smiles warmly as she looks up
from the data pad and meets my unblinking gaze.She gets points for that
most of the staff has a hard time looking me in the green slitted eye.
"Mr. Vaschon how are we feeling today?" "Doc you've seen me naked you
can call me Drexle". I pause for a second as if in thought while she
suppresses a giggle and add. "Actually you can just call me". I start to
wink but stop half way through the pointless facial twitch,Sighing as
my bravado fails me.
"The scales still itch a bit doc,and I keep forgetting that I don't have
eye lids.Holding up my hands which like the rest of me are now covered
in thick mottled grey scales. "I'm getting used to the claws though". It's
true I am getting used to the four inches of glossy black dagger that now
cap my scaly digits."Though it seems I will have to custom order my boots
from now on".
I shoot her my best flirty smile as I tap my talons against the plasteel bed
rail.She flashes me a brief grin before looking back to the charts on her data
pad. "Our research to date indicates that the itching is a common symptom,
you will most likely under go a molting process within the next three to five
days at which point the itching will subside.The urge to wink however is
psychosomatic and only time will correct that".
After a brief pause as she reads through the rest of the charts she looks
back up."your genetic structure has stabilized and the results of your physical
and blood work all came back clear,you are a perfectly healthy young reptile".
The doc gives me a wink with the last line."As for your foot wear Gino's is the
place to go, his prices are good for the high quality work he does.Tell him
Pixie-styks sent you,the first pairs on me".
Before I can stammer out an astonished thank you she was looking serious
once more. "Now for the bad news Mr. Vaschon,I'm afraid the surge traits you
have manifested are not what we are looking for in our placement program".
Her amber eyes soften for just a moment if you blinked you would have missed
it, I didn't blink."However we here at Yamatetsu wish to thank you for
volunteering to come in and let us study your metamorphosis as a token of our
gratitude and in light of our inability to place you please accept this stipend".
Stepping forward she produces a credstick from the pocket of her lab coat gingerly
placing it in the center of my palm. Her fingertips feel cool as they slide outward
across my palm her hand slowly descending until the credstick is cradled between
our palms. Her hand seems so...small, so soft and delicate resting atop my large
scaly palm. I have to suppress the urge to enfold her hand in mine,it wouldn't take
much of a slip for my new claws to seriously injure her. "I just might by the way"
she whispers as she meets my gaze once more.
Stepping back to a professional distance and resuming her two handed grip on the
data pad. "Your clothes have been cleaned and sterilized and are in the cupboard,
you may pick up your personal items in security on your way out". she nodded curtly.
"Have a nice day Mr. Vaschon".
Just like that she is gone,striding down the hallway into the ward. It takes me a
second to process what she said after removing her hand from mine. I'm too busy
wondering if the brief caress and whispered words mean what they seem to imply,
namely that a successful and respected doctor is interested in me!