Dr. Soraya Stone
Soraya walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. Her eyes fell on Adrian. She took him in as he lay nonchalantly on his bed. It looked as if he were just relaxing on a hot summer's day. There was a look on his face that was difficult to read: tinged with something she could not quite put her finger on. It seemed like it was going to be one of those times when her visits were more like a therapy session. She was called upon to play the part of the therapist, probing for information that the patient did not wish to give.
The doctor walked over to the side of the bed, and looked down at Adrian with a serene smile.
"Hello Adrian. How are you today?" she asked, pushing her caramel-brown hair behind her ear.
It was one of those days when Soraya hated her job. She hated pretending to be a subject's friend to gain their confidence, only to turn around and do unspeakable things to them. She could shrug it off and tell herself it was all in the name of science, but the truth was, she would never be able to shake her guilt completely.
It wasn't as if she could do anything else anyway. She was trained her whole life for one thing and one thing only. Not to mention that at times she had almost felt like she had joined the mob instead of AveoLife, because once you were in with them, there was no turning back. You were in for life.