Dr. Soraya Stone
The sarcasm in Adrian's voice was nothing new for Soraya. She had heard it many times before. Though the doctor had not received a PHD in psychology or anything, she assumed it was some sort of defense mechanism. It must help him cope with everything that was done to him. Soraya couldn't blame him for it. She did have a heart despite what she did for a living, and if it made him feel better, she wasn't going to discourage him.
"How are you? Sleep good last night?" he asked in a way that told Soraya that he had no interest in the answer to his question.
She tired to make her smile even more pleasant as she replied. "I appreciate your concern very much, but I didn't come here to talk about me. Let's talk about you." There it was. She sounded more like a shrink than she liked to admit.
Soraya opened a folder that had been given to her earlier in the day. "I see here that you were not scheduled for any tests today. You also haven't ordered any food. Have you been out of your room at all today?" she asked with genuine concern. Adrian was showing several signs of depression -- or boredom, and neither was healthy or productive. It was something that had to be remedied.
She shut the folder and returned her eyes to his. They were striking eyes that Soraya found just as fascinating as the symptoms present on his back. Soraya realized that she was staring at him in a way that Adrian might find uncomfortable. She had recently been making a concerted effort not to stare at him like a bug to be dissected, but at this moment, the doctor had let her guard down. She knew that was exactly how she was looking at him. Soraya shook the look off her face and cocked her head to the side and waited for his response.