"Don't worry, you'll just feel a small pinch..."

  Dr. Necrosia Fection graduated from the Academy of Evil, becoming a brilliant doctor and psychiatrist. Unfortunately, she was a little too dedicated to her work, and used not only human subjects in her biological testing, but also her own body.    Fection was working on an immortality serum, something that could halt the aging process and make someone essentially able to live forever. All attempts seemed to be a failure so far, until she thought she finally had crakced it! She used the serum on herself, and it seemed to work….for a while. The doctor had been impatient with testing it, and didn’t wait long enough to see the side effects manifest in her subjects. 

The serum did significantly slow the aging process, yes, but also shut down and deteriorated a lot of the body’s systems in doing so, essentially making the person half-dead. Fection’s skin turned blue and cold, her heart slowed down and some sections of her brain deteriorated. Her eyeballs shriveled up, and she had to replace them with robotic ones. 

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Fection watched as N. Gin’s headache got worse, her own concerned frown growing as it did. She didn’t want him to hurt himself, but after weighing her options, decided it would be best to tell him now.

“….Alright. Under any other circumstances I would have made you take your break before speaking to me, as most of these matters are not as important as your health. But considering this matter is your health….I will give it a pass. Please quickly follow me to my office.”

As they walked over to N. Fection’s office, the doctor would occasionally look behind her to make sure N. Gin was keeping up or wasn’t in any increasing pain. When they arrived, Fection took a seat at her desk and opened her journal to a certain page.

“Ever since I learned of your migraines, N. Gin, I started a secret research project. This project was to….well….” She held up the journal page to him, revealing it was a sketch of him with lots of notes drawn around it, most detailing the circumstances surrounding N. Gin’s migraines, and the next page detailing about the procedure for reducing them.

“…..quite frankly, I was looking for a way to greatly dull the pain of your migraines, if not get rid of them entirely. And I believe I have found that way. But….it is a bit risky, seeing as I am only somewhat familiar with the machinery attached to you. Is this procedure something you would consider going through?” Fection handed him the journal, waiting with a slightly baited breath for his answer.

The doctor took the journal from her and looked it all over, thinking it through. As much as he wanted the migraines to stop, he’d also grown used to them. He also did trust Fection, but any risk at all still worried him. N. Gin realized she was just being honest with him, though, and he was glad for that.

After a while, N. Gin gave a small shrug, handing the journal back up to her. “I…don’t know, doctor. Perhaps…eventually? I may need more time to think this through…” He looked down slightly. “I just don’t particularly…feel like taking risks. Not right now, at least…”

He then looked back up at her. “But, thank you…I don’t know if this is coming across the way I mean for it to. I…just can’t thank you enough for even thinking about wanting to help me…” N. Gin really didn’t know how to express his gratitude, he could only hope she realized how grateful he was. He figured she probably could, but still, he wasn’t completely sure.

"I see...I suppose I understand where you are coming from, seeing as this is potentially your life we are talking about. And....you are quite welcome."

Fection played with her hands, one of the many things she did when she was thinking. "I am just concerned about you, I suppose. You are one of the most gifted assistants I have ever had, and these migraines are very much impacting your productivity. Not that I blame you for it, of course. None of it is your fault."

The doctor said she was concerned, but that wasn't the only thing she was feeling. There was another feeling, too. Something she couldn't quite place.

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“Hmm…?” N. Fection looked up from what she was doing, which was writing in her journal. The doctor saw her assistant in what looked liked quite a bit of pain, and her usually creepy smile softened a bit. Just a little. “Of course you may take a break, N. Gin. You do not even need to ask.” She responded, bending down and giving him a small pat on the shoulder.

“I know that you wish to keep working, but how well can you expect to work if you are exhausted and in pain? It just is not logical to push yourself. Take as long as you need, my friend.”

In truth, N. Fection had no idea why she was so soft on him. Usually if someone working for her asked for a break, she would at least give them a set time limit. Maybe it was because she understood where he was coming from, having experienced migraines for the first few months after taking her failed immortality serum.

Fection stood back up, taking a long look in her journal and thinking hard. After a moment, she spoke once again. “And N. Gin, when you are done with your break…..I would like you to meet me in my office. I have something important to discuss with you.”

Normally, the doctor would’ve tensed up at least a little when someone touched him, but he was completely calm when she patted him on the shoulder. N. Gin was just so glad he’d managed to get to work with her- he felt that she actually understood him. He gave a nod, but he stayed and watched Fection in case she needed him further.

His migraine was awful- it was like a stabbing pain right where the rocket was lodged in his head, and it was starting to shoot across to the other side of his head as well. But when the other doctor mentioned meeting her in her office, he suddenly perked up, looking up at her. “We could discuss it now, Doctor!”

"....Alright. Under any other circumstances I would have made you take your break before speaking to me, as most of these matters are not as important as your health. But considering this matter is your health....I will give it a pass. Please quickly follow me to my office."

As they walked over to N. Fection's office, the doctor would occasionally look behind her to make sure N. Gin was keeping up or wasn't in any increasing pain. When they arrived, Fection took a seat at her desk and opened her journal to a certain page.

"Ever since I learned of your migraines, N. Gin, I started a secret research project. This project was to....well...." She held up the journal page to him, revealing it was a sketch of him with lots of notes drawn around it, most detailing the circumstances surrounding N. Gin's migraines, and the next page detailing about the procedure for reducing them.