Experiments [Paragon]

[Visha]

Visha didn’t like that the doctor was to meet her in her room, but the prospect of the magical C word made her pliable to pretty much anything that was asked of her. Ephraim seemed to think it would make the whole encounter more friendly, like Dr Müller was going to be more of a companion than the next white coat to be sticking his needles in her skin. Visha was highly sceptical, but she was also keen to be good, especially after the whole debacle that landed her in trouble in the first place.

She had cleaned the room, tidied away all the beautiful bits and pieces of her collections so that it was at least orderly, if clearly still a girl’s bedroom. Her most precious things were hidden away completely – the electric blue dress and Seven’s owl bracelet among them. She sat on the edge of the bed to wait, hands tight between her knees to show she meant no harm. Visha had chosen her own clothes, but was well covered, as she was always required to be around the staff and her minders. The incident that sparked her tingling skin had waned, and she was no longer dangerous. Or no more than normal.

Visha had expected someone old. Well, old like grey hair. He was still a little old, but much younger than she had anticipated. Her large eyes blinked a little, her body swaying minutely as she absorbed the information. Sight and scent. There was nothing welcoming in his facade, but she was used to that. Her heart swelled a little anyway, as she considered this man who Ephraim promised would be able to cure her. He said he was going to be working with her, and that sounded good.

“Doctor Müller,” she repeated, watching him pull on the gloves with only a small twinge of apprehension. “It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled a little, though that sometimes unnerved the minders, so it wasn’t too wide. For the same reason she did not move, unwilling to spook him. She wanted him to like her. This would all be much better if he liked her.