He...he really wasn't paid enough for all of this. Okay, maybe it was a six digit salary, but right now it didn't feel enough as he watched the strange entity attached to the boy bicker with him, like children. At first he had been surprised, weary; that hadn't appeared on the monitors and it was about a few distorted limbs away from being as freaky as conjoined twins. Those claws didn't look all that friendly either. Now...now he wasn't sure what it said about him to feel such...[i]annoyance[/i] brewing rapidly inside of him, standing there stiffly as this seemingly ethereal entity spoke to him with such crass and proceeded to abuse the one it was attached to. Did that count as self-abuse? At least the being seemed to possess some intelligence, being able to talk, albeit in a rather crude heavily accented manner. The therapist would probably have a lot to analyze from that.

 Clicking his pen, he jotted down some notes on ethereal yet strangely physical manifestations, judging by how he stretched the boy's face, more curious than startled though his heart was still racing at twice it's normal speed. He would have to double check the files later, he was sure that only the boy's DNA had been altered, unless he had missed something in his report about cerebral alteration or any sort of implantation in the oculus, though, he hadn't really looked him in the eye walking in. This was an interesting development, if not an unforeseen burden. Turning back to the two, he cleared his throat, not willing to and not having the energy to let them continue on this nonsense. 

 "If you wish to understand your situation and leave your ward, then you will comply to all instructions." He said softy, eying up the ethereal bring dubbed 'Bruce'. He wondered if he was some sort of manifestation of the boy's defiance. "I have authority here, you may address me as Dr Note, Mr Long or as you shall now be addressed as, #774, remember that number. Now, if you would be so kind as to sit on your bed and lie still for your check up, think of it as a monthly doctor's visit.." He murmured, eyes sliding down to follow the sharp curve of the being's claws. He trusted in the structural integrity of his suit, but he didn't trust experiment #774 to be so docile. 

 Taking a breath silently, he approached the boy, looking to check his joints and muscles for any of the normal after effects of being under anesthesia, his vision and his sanity, "What was the last thing you remember, do you know who you are?"
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 A computerized voice spoke in Iesha's ear, 
[i]DR WATSON, EXPERIMENT #666 IS NOT READY FOR INTERACTION, PLEASE REPORT TO WARD #246 TO CHECK ON EXPERIMENT #246[/i]
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 He didn't stir when the door slid open, didn't even flinch at the voice cutting through the silence. Incredibly sharp it was, but it didn't really matter. His gaze remained fixed on the floor, mouth practically stitched shut, but questions weren't meant to be answered and he knew not to raise his head even at the sound of his own name. It didn't matter if he responded anyway, so he just closed his eyes and waited for some sort of cutting comment on his part, some sarcastic praise or snide remark. It didn't come though, not for a long while, so that was the game, huh? 
 
 His eyes snapped open, specks of iridescent light swimming in melted gold irises, reflecting back the light. Sparkling, they slid over slowly to the latest specter clad in the strangest of garments that he would not question, staring unblinkingly at it, such things...you should not look away or else you would find them gone when you looked back and then you would really start to question your sanity. He wasn't mad though, he knew it wasn't real..just another creation of the darkness come to taunt him, "Please, not tonight..." He rasped, voice weak and strained to a whisper, but unmistakably tired. Slowly, he lowered his head again, closing his eyes, "Give me a lie a little," He murmured though he knew that he was only wasting his breath, adding onto his sore joints and achy muscles. The gentle pounding in his head, the burning in his nostrils and the stinging pain that was slowly numbing over in his wrist. 

 Peeking out through his eyelashes, he glanced at his bleeding wrist and jerked up into a sitting position quite violently. Knocking the IV stand next to him. It crashed to the floor behind him, but he took no notice as he held his pale wrist up to the scrutiny of his gaze. His expression twisted into one of anxiety and shock, a tremble overtaking his scrawny frame as he watched the sinister beads of crimson well up under the added pressure, sliding down pale of his flesh. 

 The corners of his lips slowly tugged up, pulling back to reveal his teeth as he stared at the wound. His thumb pressing down further on the cut, "Its red.." He breathed out, "Its [i]red[/i]." He repeated, gritting his teeth in a maniacal grin as he lifted his head and stared up at the specter, soulless witness to his suffering, "It's [b][i]red![/i][/b]" A breathy chuckle escaped him, but before it could get out of hand, he pulled back his hysteria and took a deep shuddering breath. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he lifted his head and affixed her with a serious gaze, "Will I die?"