Chapter 150 : Baby steps

When I was awoken again my head felt more accustomed to being on my shoulders which after the lousy experience last night was a pleasant feeling, also my limbs where not impossible to hold up either which I took as another good sign as well. I could now be classed half way to human.

 “Morning Mi.”

 “Doctor Jordan!” I  shouted seeing who was sitting next to Emmet on the lounging chair. There was something deeply embarrassing about seeing a psychiatrist when you were in old pajamas with your hair un-brushed and greasy enough to fry an egg in and at that present moment you could add the fact that I had just woken up still had the tail end of the sedative in me and needed the toilet. Fantastic.

 “How are you feeling this morning?”  Doctor Jordan asked.

 “What the hell was that stuff they give me?” I snapped my head still feeling a little wobbly, as I tried but failed to recall exactly what had happened before I had been drugged. I remembered Esmee’s face, I remembered the misplaced fear.

 “It was a sedative,” I could of told him that  “we are going to do a little experiment with you this morning Mi and it’s going to start off with you going off on your own and getting washed and changed.   Can you handle that?” The urge to reach out and slap him in his smug face was incredible, the only reason I needed some damn nosey nurse to accompany me into the bathroom was because he ordered it so. Did he honestly think I liked a nurse watching me?

 “Of course I can!” I snapped, my body instinctively shifting to a defensive position, “They only reason I haven’t been is because you said I couldn’t.”

 “That’s because you told me you were planning to kill yourself Mi.” Dr Jordan said in his same annoying tone of authority, why did he always think he was right?

 "Whatever,” I huffed sounding like a true teenager. There was no way I was going to win against him and his delusions of grandeur.

 Right, good, Emmet is going to be outside the door, he will also have his foot in the door too for quick access.” Doctor Jordan told me with his same trademarked smile over his face. He never bothered with his other faces anymore. He stuck with one. God complex.

 “You’re kidding right?” I snapped “I am in a busy hospital ward with loads of people coming and going and you want me to shower with the door open? I know what why don’t I just nude up in the middle of the ward and you can hose me down!”

 “Would you prefer a female nurse?” Doctor Jordan asked, my protest going over his head without even stopping for him to consider it.

 “I would prefer to have the door closed!” I yelled.

 “One step at a time Mia,” Dr. Jordan confirmed using my full name to knock me to the floor while leaning back on the chair “Baby steps.”

 I growled at him but admitted defeat as I heaved myself off of the bed to my toiletry bag. His smug smile etched across his face. He had won. He always did.