#captivescientist

He’d given up fighting when they took him to see the doctor, given up struggling when he realised it only resulted in more pain. Better to go complacently than risk a punishment.

He’s hooked up to the machines before the man even shows up, wires coming from his body to countless devices measuring everything about him. He knew he could destroy them, just one pulse would blast away everything in the room. But, it wouldn’t be worth the toll on his body.

He was falling apart.

Flinching as the door opened, Neirin settled himself quickly, brows drawing together at the man who entered. 

“Ah. Did he?” 

He takes the files without further question, feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise when cold fingers brush against his own. Don’t be a dick, Morrison, he’s just a doctor. They all have cold hands.

“Well... Thank you.” 

Why didn’t Reyes just bring these himself. How busy is he. 

“Maybe I just don’t understand,” or maybe he understands Morrison perfectly. “I’m not a psychologist after all.” There’s some sort of edge to the doctors words. “But no one can work properly if you’ve got them under your thumb all of the time.”

He leans against the desk behind him, hands curled around the edges of it, and resists the urge to rub at his temples. “No,” he concedes, looking off to the side. “No, you’re right. But there are rules and protocols in place for a reason, and I need to be able to trust my team to follow orders even when it doesn’t necessarily suit them, and I need to be--at least informed if they’re going to run off regardless, because otherwise I’m left without a plan if my superiors call in to ask what the Hell is going on. That affects all of us. The whole organisation.

And it’s not--” Jack cuts himself off, furrows his brow at the doctor, like he’s trying to decide on whether or not to trust him. “It’s not just Commander Reyes, Doctor. Reyes is--honestly, he’s the least of our problems. It feels like we’re being--it’s--information keeps getting to the other side, no-one can tell me how, and I’ve had three agents go missing in the past month, and one before that.

TOUCH MEME. ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

He wishes, frequently, that being Strike Commander gave him the authority to skip out on mandatory physical examinations. Jack avoids them when he can, reschedules and makes excuses when he can’t; sorry, meeting on Tuesday, yeah, no, looks like it’ll last all day. Can’t do Thursday either, nope. 

But Medical always catches up with him. 

He puts up with Dr. Nishi’s examination with the bare minimum of speaking required, grimacing when he feels the cold stethoscope press onto his chest. Currently, Jack’s main problem is his degenerating eyesight, but there’s not much they can do about it now unless he wants his eye replaced (he doesn’t)