colleagues. But the thing that bothered him was what Ashley had prior told him about the Institute. It wasn’t a lot nor in detail, but he knew it was a very strange place.
“The Magnus Institute.” He looks up from his paper, pausing his scrawling notes as she says that. “You work there as well, or. . . ?”
He’s aware Ashley works there. And he figures it wouldn’t be odd if Ellie worked there, too. Plenty of people become friends with their
"...I suppose that's.. .. true... ... I'll have to talk with Gwen though, its important she trusts you aswell"
"...allthough..."
"...ah... its difficult"
Herbert had not forgotten. In a way the whole incident had fueled his curiosity more. You could not deter this man, you could not kill his hunger for knowledge.
He doesn’t know yet he’s been spotted. He continues as he has; stealthily.
[ she took a peep behind her back , Oh . Him .
Fortunately , the purchase was quick , so she quickly grabbed the medkit , thanking the pharmacist and quickly make her way out . Shhhooot , she almost forgot that she hit Herbert with a frying pan . 💧 ]
After a while of waiting, which for Kosa definitely felt longer than it really was, a nurse calls her name. Kosa is led to a room in which the blood draw will take place, and then she leaves.
After a few more minutes made up of just. . waiting, Herbert West walks in.
@REANIMATIC But she couldn't really speak up about this , knowing the power her Guardian has over her . All she can do is suck it up and get this over with as quickly as possible .
...
The waiting room feels suffocating ]
Herbert blinks a few times, struggling to process what he’s seeing. It’s that strange little girl. . . and something else, obviously.
“Shit, Gwen,” he says. But he won’t lie, this excites him— His next words are not poised as a scolding. “Where did you get that?”
your brain is bleeding.” He has an obvious lack of bedside manner in the way he says this all so matter-of-factly. It raises the question if he’s like this with all of his patients. At least there’s the decency to warn Daniel on what the scan is like.
“You have a concussion. There’s no doubt about it. Reade, I would like you to understand something: Each additional head injury is an additional risk to your brain. Your cognitive functions, the brain itself, physically. I doubt there’s anything serious, but I’d like to send you
He blinks a few times once Herbert is done with the light, making a thoughtful sound. That... wasn't a good thing; he knew little about medicine, but he knew enough.
⠀⠀`` I've had a few in the past, most likely. I wouldn’ be surprised. `` So a yes, then.
for a CT scan.” Herbert shoves his hands in his pockets.
“It will be noisy— not loud— and you might feel claustrophobic. But it’s better than an MRI. Feel free to say no. I’ll fix your wound, give you painkillers, and send you on your way. But you won’t know if
“Your pupils show a delayed reaction to light, and they’re different sizes,” Herbert says as he notes his latest findings down. He doesn’t seem all that concerned. Then he turns to Daniel.
“Have you had a concussion before? Or other history of head injury?”
his pupils slightly different sizes. A common indication of a concussion, which Daniel already assumed he had. This was going to give him a headache....
now.” Next is the ophthalmoscope, which Herbert looks through and shines a light to each of Daniel’s pupils. This was arguably a very important part of a preliminary exam, and he already knew what he’d find in the case of a concussion.
Indeed it was normal, but Herbert was a very judgemental man. Most of it, actually, came from how he already very much disliked Daniel Reade.
“Your heart rate is normal, if a little fast, but that’s expected, yes? Your lungs sound normal, too.”
“I’m going to check your eyes
“Of course.” His tone is almost mocking. To him, Daniel was almost like a kid, despite being older than the doctor himself. The apprehension. . . it was so childish.
Herbert sits on his stool and rolls in close, pressing the diaphragm of the stethoscope to the man’s chest.
sighs,⠀⠀`` Just tell me what yer doing as ye do it. ``
Daniel didn't want to spend more time inside and in a hospital than necessary, it made him anxious. And he hated every second of this.
“I’ll repeat myself; I’m interested in Gwen’s case. Even though you can’t provide me with what I was hoping. . . It’s still all very intriguing. It wouldn’t hurt to have a qualified surgeon on hand, would it?”
He holds his mug, but doesn’t lift it to drink.
"hm. .... I dont mean to assume the worst, but how would such an opperation benefit you? I can do the surgeries I prepared just fine on my own"
[ he raises and eyebrow, slowly picking his cup up and sipping the hot liquid ]