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3,630
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Sweet Dreams
I woke up to the sound of my horrid alarm. I hate that sound. If I had to list my top 10 LEAST favorite sounds in the world I think the sound of an alarm clock would have to be in the top 5, maybe even the top one on the list. The loud screeching siren of the escape system at work would be tough competition though.
The weather had just started to cool down as the life of summer slowly began to die into a beautiful array of colors. That made it even harder to get out of bed. Note to self: amazingly comfortable bed was one of the best/worst purchases I’ve ever made. After hitting my snooze and wrapping myself in the covers for a last 9 minutes of comfortable rest, I got up and began preparing myself for another day of work.
Slowly going through the motions, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on a little makeup, straightened my unruly hair and put on my glasses. I was very happy with my glasses, a Dior splurge, they were rimless and flattered my face in just the right way. Finally, I put on a black turtleneck and a pair of gray slacks. Simple and classic, just the way I like it.
The car ride into work was no different than any other day, the first fifteen minutes getting out of Gotham were hell, but once you hit the outskirts of town its smooth sailing. Crossing over the bridge to Arkham Island was a breeze because, let’s face it, not many people are trafficking through that place. As I parked at the employee entrance I noticed an unusual vehicle in the spot next to mine. A vintage Jag, though I wasn’t sure of the year, black with silver detailing. Hmm, they must have finally filled Dr. Miller’s spot.
My heels gently clip clopped against the concrete as I walked up the stairs to the main entrance, my briefcase slowly swinging at my side. I quickly said good morning to the security guard and the receptionist and swiped my id card to gain access to the main offices. Coffee. I needed coffee desperately. After depositing my personal items to my office, I walked to the breakroom to fill up my coffee mug. As I entered I saw a man I didn’t recognize wearing a crisp black suit with dark slightly curling hair shaking the last couple drops out of the pot. He suddenly realized I was there and turned around. Wow. He had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.
“Terrific, we’re out of coffee you mind making another batch?” He sounded annoyed. Wait. Was he expecting ME to make more? Hold on a second. He shook the empty pot at me in impatience.
“Helllllo? Are you awake miss”
“It’s Doctor. Doctor Avery.” I stood with my arms crossed. This guy was as full of it as they come, a side affect of most PhDs and anyone else who spent more than four years in college without having failed a class. He looked me over for a second, considered me in his head. He narrowed his eyes slightly.
“I’ve read your work. I always imagined you…well…as a man”
“Most men do” I gave him a side, polite-but-still-shit-eating smile.
“And who might you be? I’m assuming you’re here to replace Dr. Miller?”
“Yes, I’m Dr. Crane”
“Dr. Crane. Hm. I read your piece in the Journal of Experimental Psychology on the influence of fear in psychosis.”
“Oh yes, what did you think?” He gave a proud grin and waited for my response, like a dog waiting for its inevitable treat.
“Honestly, I found it presumptuous and naïve.” His smile faded. Ha. I win. He clenched his jaw.
“Would you care to elaborate?” I looked down at my watch.
“Sadly Dr. Crane I have an 8:00 appointment, although I would love to discuss the topic further with you later. I’m sure you can find my office, it’s the door that says ‘Head of Psychiatric Research’ on it.” He was so flustered he just stood with his mouth open like it was expecting to spit out a witty remark that just wouldn’t come. I walked away with a big smile on my face. Hitting pompous assholes off of their high horses NEVER gets old. And anyone who tells you otherwise is lying.
The rest of the day wasn’t as eventful. I spent half of the day meeting with administration members and patients, and the other half in the lab. While I enjoyed helping my patients, or at least feeling like I was helping my patients, I preferred the lab. It was quiet, formulaic, and it gave me some room for creativity. I had completely lost track of time, it was 7:00, but I was just about done with something, so I decided to continue. I added a few teaspoons of lithium to a flask and gently swirled it.
“Working late are we Doctor?” a voice came from right behind me. I gasped and dropped my flask. It shattered effortlessly on the floor.
“I’m sorry Doctor, did I frighten you?” the voice purred into my ear. I turned around, regaining my composure.
“No, no Doctor Crane, just startled me.” I grabbed a Chem-wipe and bent down to clean the broken flask.
“What are you working on, that’s so important to stay overtime?”
“A mild sedative, combined with an antidepressant. My goal is to allow the patient to fall into a sweet dreamlike state to calm them from intense episodes.”
“Interesting…”Crane mused next to me. I finished cleaning up the pieces and distributed them into the nearby trashcan. I caught a glimpse outside of the window. Shit. It was dark. I hated this place in the dark.
“Interesting, but still not perfected. Hence the overtime. I really have to run though Crane.” I walked past him, ready to get the hell home.
“Emma,” I turned around, guess he had taken the time to look up my name.
“I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I apologize for my behavior this morning.” I could still see his face in the moonlight. He was lying. He was being nice because he wanted something. I’ve always had a gift for reading people, it was part of my motivation to go into psychology.
“No you don’t, but thanks for offering. And I’d prefer it if you called me Doctor Avery” I turned around and walked out of the room.
“Goodnight Doctor Crane!” I shouted as I went through the hallway. Yeah. Goodnight indeed. I saw his perfect Jag as I reached my car again. He would have a car like that. One word: overcompensating. How in the hell could he afford a car like that anyway? It had to be vintage, and in that condition? Bruce Wayne maybe, but not a psychiatrist. I shook my head and got into my car, driving away and never looking back.
The weather had just started to cool down as the life of summer slowly began to die into a beautiful array of colors. That made it even harder to get out of bed. Note to self: amazingly comfortable bed was one of the best/worst purchases I’ve ever made. After hitting my snooze and wrapping myself in the covers for a last 9 minutes of comfortable rest, I got up and began preparing myself for another day of work.
Slowly going through the motions, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on a little makeup, straightened my unruly hair and put on my glasses. I was very happy with my glasses, a Dior splurge, they were rimless and flattered my face in just the right way. Finally, I put on a black turtleneck and a pair of gray slacks. Simple and classic, just the way I like it.
The car ride into work was no different than any other day, the first fifteen minutes getting out of Gotham were hell, but once you hit the outskirts of town its smooth sailing. Crossing over the bridge to Arkham Island was a breeze because, let’s face it, not many people are trafficking through that place. As I parked at the employee entrance I noticed an unusual vehicle in the spot next to mine. A vintage Jag, though I wasn’t sure of the year, black with silver detailing. Hmm, they must have finally filled Dr. Miller’s spot.
My heels gently clip clopped against the concrete as I walked up the stairs to the main entrance, my briefcase slowly swinging at my side. I quickly said good morning to the security guard and the receptionist and swiped my id card to gain access to the main offices. Coffee. I needed coffee desperately. After depositing my personal items to my office, I walked to the breakroom to fill up my coffee mug. As I entered I saw a man I didn’t recognize wearing a crisp black suit with dark slightly curling hair shaking the last couple drops out of the pot. He suddenly realized I was there and turned around. Wow. He had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.
“Terrific, we’re out of coffee you mind making another batch?” He sounded annoyed. Wait. Was he expecting ME to make more? Hold on a second. He shook the empty pot at me in impatience.
“Helllllo? Are you awake miss”
“It’s Doctor. Doctor Avery.” I stood with my arms crossed. This guy was as full of it as they come, a side affect of most PhDs and anyone else who spent more than four years in college without having failed a class. He looked me over for a second, considered me in his head. He narrowed his eyes slightly.
“I’ve read your work. I always imagined you…well…as a man”
“Most men do” I gave him a side, polite-but-still-shit-eating smile.
“And who might you be? I’m assuming you’re here to replace Dr. Miller?”
“Yes, I’m Dr. Crane”
“Dr. Crane. Hm. I read your piece in the Journal of Experimental Psychology on the influence of fear in psychosis.”
“Oh yes, what did you think?” He gave a proud grin and waited for my response, like a dog waiting for its inevitable treat.
“Honestly, I found it presumptuous and naïve.” His smile faded. Ha. I win. He clenched his jaw.
“Would you care to elaborate?” I looked down at my watch.
“Sadly Dr. Crane I have an 8:00 appointment, although I would love to discuss the topic further with you later. I’m sure you can find my office, it’s the door that says ‘Head of Psychiatric Research’ on it.” He was so flustered he just stood with his mouth open like it was expecting to spit out a witty remark that just wouldn’t come. I walked away with a big smile on my face. Hitting pompous assholes off of their high horses NEVER gets old. And anyone who tells you otherwise is lying.
The rest of the day wasn’t as eventful. I spent half of the day meeting with administration members and patients, and the other half in the lab. While I enjoyed helping my patients, or at least feeling like I was helping my patients, I preferred the lab. It was quiet, formulaic, and it gave me some room for creativity. I had completely lost track of time, it was 7:00, but I was just about done with something, so I decided to continue. I added a few teaspoons of lithium to a flask and gently swirled it.
“Working late are we Doctor?” a voice came from right behind me. I gasped and dropped my flask. It shattered effortlessly on the floor.
“I’m sorry Doctor, did I frighten you?” the voice purred into my ear. I turned around, regaining my composure.
“No, no Doctor Crane, just startled me.” I grabbed a Chem-wipe and bent down to clean the broken flask.
“What are you working on, that’s so important to stay overtime?”
“A mild sedative, combined with an antidepressant. My goal is to allow the patient to fall into a sweet dreamlike state to calm them from intense episodes.”
“Interesting…”Crane mused next to me. I finished cleaning up the pieces and distributed them into the nearby trashcan. I caught a glimpse outside of the window. Shit. It was dark. I hated this place in the dark.
“Interesting, but still not perfected. Hence the overtime. I really have to run though Crane.” I walked past him, ready to get the hell home.
“Emma,” I turned around, guess he had taken the time to look up my name.
“I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I apologize for my behavior this morning.” I could still see his face in the moonlight. He was lying. He was being nice because he wanted something. I’ve always had a gift for reading people, it was part of my motivation to go into psychology.
“No you don’t, but thanks for offering. And I’d prefer it if you called me Doctor Avery” I turned around and walked out of the room.
“Goodnight Doctor Crane!” I shouted as I went through the hallway. Yeah. Goodnight indeed. I saw his perfect Jag as I reached my car again. He would have a car like that. One word: overcompensating. How in the hell could he afford a car like that anyway? It had to be vintage, and in that condition? Bruce Wayne maybe, but not a psychiatrist. I shook my head and got into my car, driving away and never looking back.