Surgical Steel Heart [Doctor x Reader]

Calm

You try to make sense of the doctor's words on your way to his office. At the very least he doesn't seem mad at you, so that's a relief. But if his anger from the other day has nothing to do with you, why does he have so many pictures of you? Why was he holding one of them? And why did he say your name?

Eyes fall upon you as you knock on Dr. Carter's office door. You've become accustomed to the feeling of being watched, so you almost don't notice your coworkers staring at you and whispering to one another. The doctor allowing you entry is an even bigger surprise to them than someone daring to knock on his door. You're getting special treatment, the implications of which are still unknown.

"I trust that you've done what I asked?" Dr. Carter guides you into his office. He's always had a habit of standing too close, but he's much closer now; going as far as hunching over you.

You nod. "It was surprisingly easy. I thought canceling on all of those surgeries would have caused an issue, but I guess not." The doctor's grin widens once you finish speaking.

"Good, good. I'm glad we won't have any problems." His choice to use the word 'we' sticks with you. The doctor is simultaneously calculated and spontaneous, making him impossible to read. Whether or not you are included in this 'we' is unclear.

Looking around the room, you spot the space above his desk where he keeps his pictures of you. Many were missing, but a few remain. The ones left up are all professional photos, all within the public domain. That means that the rest were likely taken without your knowledge.

Like many of the doctor's choices, this one is odd. He frequently goes out of his way to make you anxious. This would've be the perfect opportunity for him, but he didn't take it. For whatever reason, he doesn't want you to know about the pictures he took of you.

Your attention is pulled away by the doctor briefing you on his plans for the day. He has a few treatments scheduled, but it's all paperwork at the moment. Although he won't need your help until later in the day, he makes it very clear that you aren't to leave his side. There's never a moment for you to question this, he makes sure of it by speaking over you anytime you try to get a word in.

You offer to help, but most of the documents contain classified information. He doesn't allow you to leave either, so you just sit there.

You try to scoot your chair away from him since he is, once again, way too close; but he keeps finding ways to get closer to you. You eventually give up on creating distance and just accept that this is how close you are going to be to the doctor.

After an hour of doing nothing, your eyes drift around the room in an attempt to occupy your mind. There's no sign of his outburst left. Files are in their cabinets, the furniture isn't dented, and the monitor he broke has been replaced. He must have fixed everything that night after you left.

You steal a couple of glances at Dr. Carter while he works. You try not to since he is reviewing documents you aren't allowed to see, but it's inevitable with how close he is. This is the first time you've seen him with a neutral expression, he's never dropped his signature grin before this. He's wearing reading glasses too. In a way, it makes him look more human.

That is, until, his head snaps to the side, looking directly at you. Realizing that you are staring, you turn your head to your hands in your lap.

"Do I make you nervous?" His tone catches you off guard. It's missing that sadistic twinge that you've become accustomed to.

"No..." You struggle to hide the uncertainty in your voice.

"You can't lie to me. Have you forgotten that I extract information for a living?" Both of you know the answer to his original question, there is no need for him to ask it. But he wants to. He wants you to admit the fear you feel for him. "Unless..." He rests his arm on the back of your chair, closing in on you. "You want me to extract it from you?"

You can't be more thankful that you are sitting down. There is no way your legs can hold you up with how much you're trembling. Earlier, you feared that he'd put you under the knife, but there's something different about the fear you feel now.

"No," you swallow hard. Giving in, you keep your eyes down as you answer. "You make me nervous." The doctor chuckles.

"Hm~ Better, but you're still lying about something." Dr. Carter hums and rises from his chair, setting his paperwork and glasses on the desk in front of him. He claps his hands together, capturing your attention, and not allowing you any time to think about what he just said. "It doesn't matter, though. We have a patient waiting for us."