lonelydagmar (lonelydagmar) wrote in spindlesend, @ 2009-07-09 09:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | aldous dagmar, doreen templeton, gabriel gray, july, roseanne queen |
Who: Dagmar, Door, Sylar, and Roseanne Queen.
What: Door would like to meet a serial killer.
When: Thursday morning.
Where: Dagmar's office, and then Sylar's room (?)
Warnings: ....no clue.
Dagmar was very fond of Door, truth be told. He liked her silly coat and her enormous eyes, the way she curled up in the chairs in his office and wrapped spidery fingers around mugs full of tea. It was safe to say that Door was one of his favorite patients, really, which only made this particular excursion that much more frustrating. Why, he wondered, did she have to be fascinated by those who were locked away? They were left in their rooms for a reason, but Door had to seek them out, befriend them...
He couldn't help but wonder what this man - Gabriel - wanted with Door, and though he had no access to the patient's files, he certainly had access to Google News. It didn't take him long to read up on the man's case, and the research certainly wasn't comforting. It wasn't that he hadn't believed Rose about the manipulation that the patient would implement with Door - quite the contrary, actually, he was sure that her warnings were both apt and important. But he felt better knowing what he was up against anyway; he knew that Door would pursue the friendship with Sylar adamantly, and that his refusal to cooperate would only create a minor roadblock for her...
Inevitably, he was reminded of L, who had managed to steal a room key, and had spent his evenings in conversation with one of the most fearsome serial killers Cheshire had held. It sent chills up his spine.
So what could he do? What could he possibly say to Door that would impress upon her the danger that this relationship could create for her? He wasn't sure. In the end, he would have to wing it, and he only hoped that whatever he thought to say would be adequate.
The doctor sat in his office and waited, waited for Door to arrive in her flurry of a coat, and he knew that she would be terribly excited, and he wondered idly if this was going to end in an ulcer. Sipping coffee from one of his undeniably clever mugs, he contemplated the stories he had read. Dagmar refused to take violent patients. There had been an incident once...one of his patients, a violent sexual offender, had nearly raped another patient. He had always considered it to be his fault; after all, he had not medicated the patient too heavily, had underestimated the danger of having him in the general populace. Clearly, as a doctor, he wasn't fit to work with violent types. It was fine with him, really, there were plenty of none violent patients that he could truly help. But what difference did it make, in the end, if his quiet little patients were slipping notes to the wolves?
He sighed deeply, and then there was a knock at the door, and he set down the coffee and grimaced. "Come in, Door."