The Cure ~eruri~

Chapter 4

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Levi did not get much sleep that night, his mind keeping him awake and imagining all the reasons Dr. Smith might be unwilling to remove his mask. What could he have to hide? What was the point in joining a club like that if he was going to be so secretive? Levi also tried to create a vague picture of what his face might look like, using his memory of the man's voice, bearing, and body to try and somehow fill in the gaps. So intently did he ponder all these things, that he barely got five hours of sleep, and found himself nursing a gigantic thermos of sweetened coffee on his way into the office the next morning.

The day passed relatively well once midmorning hit, and Levi began to work on projects with his designers. He really did have it in his blood, the boiling passion for architecture that drove most well-made homes and businesses. The exactness of the blueprints and the planning, he loved all of it. The issue of hiring the new designer still hung over him, but he could not spare much time for resume-searching this day, with so many other matters requiring his attention. The day took a slightly grueling turn around 4:30 when Levi received a complaint from one of his contractors regarding a home they were building. The conversation that ensued lasted for nearly an hour, and Levi was forced to keep a few of his designers who were working on the project at the office for a conference call with the same contractor. By the time Levi managed to wrap up the emergency brainstorming session and lock up the office, he was running very late for the club. Only the thought of escaping work concerns and drowning in pleasure kept him from heading home to curl up on his sofa with Valkyrie, and break his 'doctor's appointment'. He had no time to go home and shower or change clothes, not if he wanted to arrive at the club just late enough to where 'Dr. Smith' might still be waiting for him.

7:30 found him in the underground parking garage, trying not to run as he heading for the elevator. When he entered the lobby and pressed the intercom button next to the covered window, he had to calm his breathing from his haste. The disembodied voice came over the speaker,

"Name and appointment time?"

"Robert Scout, and I was meant to be here at 7:00."

There was a pause on the other end of the intercom before the voice returned, "Your partner is still waiting for you, Mr. Scout, in room 304 this time."

Levi snatched the keycard and went as hastily as he could without running. When he finally reached the door, he stood there for a brief second, feeling excitement curl in his gut. Dr. Smith had never been in the room when he arrived before, and this was a new room altogether. He had no idea what to expect. Levi fidgeted for a moment with the lapels of his suit jacket, and tried to keep the keys in his hand from jingling as he did so. He had left his briefcase in his car, but keys he could not forgo. Levi felt uncertain about when the roleplay would actually begin now; previously it had been understood that Levi would be there first and that Dr. Smith would arrive in character. Did it work the other way around? There had been no reason to discuss this and now Levi cursed the fact that he had not foreseen this situation. His job could throw him curveballs like this every now and again. He should have factored that in. He finally decided to just do his best to let his natural regret for his tardiness play into his patient role.

With a swallow, Levi turned the doorknob and entered. The color change was noticeable at once. Where the other medical room had been a pristine white, this one was a soothing shade of green. Instead of an examination table, there was instead an honest-to-god hospital bed in the center, a privacy curtain hanging from the ceiling. The linens of the bed were the standard white, with only one sterile-looking pillow resting perfectly on the highest part of the raised mattress. The way the bed was tilted up like that was unmistakably inviting, just waiting for him to ease back into the support and comfort it offered.