Doctor-Patient Confidentiality [Risi/Flassche]

This is what you wanted. You have your dreams in the palm of your hand and you're going to throw them away? No, that is not an option. Do not accept no as an answer. Her head was a flurry of thoughts as she was briefed on her new assignment. New job, really, she thought as they continued.

Isadora Mahone wasn't sure if she agreed with the ethics of this project, experiment. To think that as she was tucked away at home, having a childhood with parents and her sister, there was a baby being produced by the government, her government, to be a large fighting machine was unthinkable. But times were tough, and as a genetic biochemist this was essentially her job description. To be offered this sort of salary just out of her graduate classes was a dream come true. She was going to have to man-up and put her big girl pants on.

"Doctor Mahone?" the guide asked, noticing her lack of attention to his tour of the facilities. She had needed the near highest government clearance to be allowed into the building, let alone the experimentation process. Next step up and she would have the President on speed dial. "Yes, so sorry," she told him as a blush crept into her pale cheeks. Soon, they embarked on the tank room, where the subject was held. As he needed to be bigger in every way possible, muscles, heart, brain, he was still technically yet to be born. It wouldn't be much longer though as you could see though the thick, murky fluid that his embryonic gillial flaps were receding.

Isadora stood at the front of the tank, watching the large man as if he was an exhibit at a museum. Better yet a animal in the zoo, she commented silently. "Doctor Mahone?" she was prompted again, but this time by her new boss, General O'Brien.

"Yes, sir," she said as she turned with a wide smile and her hand extending towards his. As they shook hands and spoke, some of her fears and apprehensions faded.

~~~
She needed a hair cut, her bangs were getting in her way now. The shoulder-blade length blonde locks were beginning to get in her way, even if held in a bun or ponytail while at work. Her mouth twitched into a tight oval as she made note of another thing to do in her internal check list. With a glance down to her chart she began to walk from the tank room, but then the brain monitor began making a sharp high-pitched beeping. "Shit," she mumbled under her breath as she radioed for help from the other assistants and doctors.

There was a small huddle around the tank as they all looked on to the subject. He was beginning to move more rapidly now. It was too early though, he still had a week or more to go. He couldn't be like the first test subject, if he was lost the entire program was gone. Isadora added a sedation chemical to his placental-like IV just as he began to open his eyes. Her baby blues found contact with them just as they shut once again and ceased movement. The staff gave a collective sigh of relief and filtered back out of the tank room.

~~~
"This needs to go well," General O'Brien told her repeatedly, like she didn't already know, as they began to remove the subject from the large tank, by crane. Her lips were pursed into a hard line as she bit her tongue from the obvious "Duh" statement that begged to leave her lips.

Once pulled from the fluid, he was placed on a large, custom made, stretcher and essentially swaddled in a blanket. Soon.. she told herself, Soon.

As the chemical poured through his veins he cocked its head. It’s bright grey eyes opened wide. As soon as he experienced its first sensation, his mind already began slipping back into the coma like state.
"This needs to go well," He heard vaguely. As the chemical took its effect, it had heard different kinds of words and sentences, his brain already working overtime to process it all.
Over the next few weeks, he remained drugged, while they continued to examine him. The 7 foot tall creature was strapped into a metal device, wrapped in a protective layer of thermal blankets.
His skin was icy pale from the lack of sunlight, giving him an alien like complexion. When they installed a uv light above him, they were shocked how fast his skin could adapt to the increase in uv radiation.
In two days’ time his pale white skin could turn a healthy dark tan. Finally they decided to set the device on a setting the scientist where happy with.

During the four weeks, his body began to reach his prime state. His once bald head, now beginning to show its short dark brown hair, while the rest of his body remained smooth.
His broad shoulders and chest, began to show even more definition then before. He was taller and bigger than a male human, but not bulky. His entire form was almost chiseled into a athletes dream.
Focused on endurance, speed and strength, his body would prove to be just as agile as it was strong.

When finally the order came to wake him, four armed guards where present. The 7 foot tall youth opened its eyes and took in the sight. More than 4 rifles with tranquilizer rounds where pointed at him,
while five people in white coats where touching his skin, or injecting something. Only one really stood out from the rest. A woman, standing in the center, fumbling her blond locks, while her blue eyes where fixed on his own. He was fascinated by her expression and wanted to get up, to touch her hair, only to find his large arms and legs strapped down. Noticing his movements, another assistant moved in front of him. Relax 2a, how are you feeling?" The assistant was female as well, but did not bring up the same feelings as her.
Remembering all the work his brain had done while he was unconscious, he spoke.
IT was cold and calculating but it was a perfect sentence.

"I am... Well"

His brain had learned speech in a mere four weeks, it would still need practice and a larger vocabulary, but it showed remarkable promise.

The progress that he, the subject, had made in the four short weeks after "birth" was amazing to Isadora. From his form, to his skin, and now to the gray hues that watched her movements. She hated how the guns were placed in the room, as if one was needed, let alone four, and they made her very uncomfortable as she took notes at the foot of the large stretcher.

His movement startled her at first, this was new, but Shannon moved to calm him. The light fixture for his artificial sun was warm, and she had a slight sheen of sweat as she stood in the thick lab coat under it. His voice was a deep grumble, Isadora felt it in her bones as he spoke three small words.

Shannon began to give him a sedation dose, but Isadora stopped her, "Give him some time, hopefully he'll be a gentle giant before they teach him." With a soft smile she ushered the scientists from the room, of course the gunmen stayed, but there wasn't anything she could do about that.

Pinching her forefinger and thumb on the bridge of her nose, she closed her eyes for a moment, attempting not to think about what would happen to this boy once she released him to the government. A moment later she pulled a chair up beside him and sat.

"My name is Doctor Isadora Mahone. What would you like to be called?" she asked sweetly as she brushed a section of hair behind her ear, her eyes looking to the restraints on his abnormal body and finally back to his gray orbs.

The subject watched as Shannon grabbed a syringe and tried to inject it in his blood stream. He remembered a similar situation a while back. It happened just after he opened his eyes, was it wrong or right?.
The needle meant sleep, did he need sleep? He noticed his flexing was making one of the females uncomfortable, at least he thought it did. He tried to remain perfectly still as he watched one of the doctors usher the rest out of the room. Hearing her voice again, he began to memorize some words, applying them to the reaction it had caused with the rest of the group.

The weirdest thing was the expression on the blonde female’s face. Her lips where spread apart in a weird motion. He tried to mimic it, forcing his lips apart in a weird way.
Finally the female moved towards him and spoke.

"My name is Doctor Isadora Mahone. What would you like to be called?"

His pupils suddenly grew very wide and very smile, as it took in her entire form. The lighting of the room that reflected of her skin, the small hairs on her face, the small pulsating veins in her neck,
he noticed it all.
“Name” He spoke out loud, even startled by his own deep voice. He then leaned forwards a bit as he tried to utter the words. “I am name Suptject 2-ah” He frowned a bit, not sure if he pronounced it correctly.

Essentially a smart baby in a large man's body, she thought as he attempted to copy her movements, Or a monkey... His voice startled her slightly again, and as he began to speak he moved toward her in his restraints, the tranquilizer guns cocked behind her. Isadora's head snapped to look at the men manning the guns, "Really?" she asked accusingly.

Her attention moved back to the subject as he spoke his first real sentence. With a small giggle she shook her head at him, "That's what the scientists call you, and technically that is your name..." she paused, "But what do you want to be called? It doesn't have to be Subject 2a." Her hand moved to brush his forehead, warmly like a child's, but she stopped herself before she made contact. It was not wise of her to feel attached. Especially if something went wrong.

The General then walked in, before the subject could answer, "Whats the prognosis? How long until he is ready to train?" Isadora was flabbergasted as he asked this from her, from the subject, so soon. "Not for awhile, he needs time," she told him, already protective of the experiment. "He's not your pet," O'Brien countered. "He is governmental property. You have a month, then he will be placed in our training program for him. Thirty-days, no more, no less," he reiterated and left briskly before Doctor Mahone could say anything.

Her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose again before she turned back to him, "I'm sorry about that. Have you figured out what you would like to be called? Or would you like to wait?" she asked kindly as she suppressed the need to strangle the General.

More words flowed in his system as he worked overtime to process it all. Not his real name?, then what was he real name. By the tone of her voice and her words, she made it clear he could choose his own name. Was that weird? Dozens of scenarios formed in his mind as began coming up with a name. When he finally decided on a name, he started to open his mouth.

- He was interrupted.-

Whats the prognosis? How long until he is ready to train?" The way the door opened, made the subject flinch. His ears had not picked up on his footsteps because of his state of mind, it did not like being on aware of things. In his reaction his left hand flinched, denting the restraint partly. When he was aware of his reaction he quickly stopped, hoping no one would find out. That’s when he realized he experienced his first few emotions. Ager, shame, joy. These where all so new to him.
When the female began to ask for his name again, he had forgotten its chosen name again. It felt shame, it had disappointed the man. Or the female had disappointed the man because of him. Either way he did not like the female taking the blame, he wanted to make amends.

When the female stared at him, waiting for his response, he reacted coldly. “My name is not up to me, I am ready to begin training immediately”. He then closed his eyes and controlled his emotions, shutting himself out from the rest of the world. He did hear some of the soldiers discussing and questions from the doctor directed at him, but he simply ignored it. When he opened his eyes again, the room had changed, or was he moved? He now lay flat on his back on a soft matrass. There were no men insight, nor where there any strange medical devices. He stared at the table next to him and noticed a pile of clothing. He cocked his head as he wondered what it was for.

The anger from him assaulted her, he was not so innocent. With a curt nod, she pursed her lips and attempted to get through to him, but he simply shut down to the outside world. Fine, she thought, Training it is. I suppose it is simply human nature to be unkind. Her heart felt a tear appear. It was so easy for her to become indepthly connected to people, animals, anything really and he shut that down quickly. With a large sigh she reached for the syringe that Doctor Shannon had earlier and sent him into a dreamless sleep. Homo sapiens, she thought meanly as she left the room and began to make the arrangements for his transport into training.

~~~
He was in the bunker now, it was made up into a poorly decorated dorm-like room for him with a small dresser, a large bed frame with a thin mattress upon it. There was a reflective window within the room for observation as well as a concealed video camera, also for observation. A sensor alerted a sleeping Isadora that the subject was awake, but she pushed a few buttons and let the call move to the next assistant. Isadora hadn't slept in awhile and needed some rest if she was going to deal with the evolving jerk that she had helped create. A weapon to harm others, it made her sick now.

~~~
Once she had awoken again, it was morning. Automatically, she got up from her bed and walked towards the shower. After letting in run, she got in and cleansed her body, aiming to rub the frustrations of the day before from her and down the drain. With a sigh, she moved from the shower and wrapped a towel around her. Eying herself, she ticked off her flaws in the mirror; listing the reasons she had no husband, let alone a boyfriend. Another sigh fell as she let the towel slip around her feet and she began to comb, dry, then pull back her halo of hair. Another day of loneliness, she taunted herself once she was dressed and took one last glimpse of herself in the mirror before she walked to the bunker to relieve her assistant.

The subject now wore a pair of tight fitting shorts, opting not to wear the boxer, saying. “It has no function” The subject had been working out for 10 hours straight. His powerful frame was now covered in a layer of sweat. Basic functions like punching, kicking, running, pulling, it all was basic stuff. Even most weights proved to be easy. The general had asked the assistant for a report. After reading it, even he could not suppress a small smile. The subject was a success, he only had one flaw. Communications and emotions proved to be a hinder, his body was growing above normal parameters, yet his mind was still childlike.
It did not speak, and he seemed to have ignored learning new words. Ordering him proved to be difficult like this.

The assistant had tried to communicate with him, but he simply said “yes” or “no”. When her boss finally came back to work, the assistant was almost blabbering. “it’s broken.. this won’t work.. my job.. “When she finally cooled down, she listened to her Isadora‘s instructions and nodded.

When the door opened, The subject quickly got up and stared at her. Seconds before her arrival it had watched its own reflection in the mirror. It was fascinated by itself. Why was everyone so short?.. was it normal to be tiny? He was still pondering words like, “stop. Listen, shower, eat” He know knew what they meant, yet he did not know how to react too them.

Isadora knew she should have woken earlier, it was obvious when she entered that the assistant was not up for this job. She wasn't even sure that she herself was. Once the blubbering girl had been sent to the medic and then bed, she took charge. Her stature was small compared to anyone's, let alone the subject's seven-foot-tall form, but Isadora placed her petite hands on her hips and looked at him. "You're a child. It's sad really. Your brain is so much more and you're letting it rot inside your skull," she was obviously angry with him, "Your first few months are crucial, your mylien sheaths are covering your axons at an alarming rate, allowing your brain to function faster. But you're not using your language skills, you're letting them go to waste. You will be no use if you can't take orders or speak." She hated being like this, she wanted to help him, to soothe him, to assist him in learning and being not just another grunt, but he took advantage of niceties.

"I will not allow you to be another overgrown body guard. I have, the team has, given years of their life to you. You're not going to throw it away for fun." Her voice never rose above a angry speaking level, never reached into yells or allowed him to muss up her hair, figuratively. Her dark blues flickering at him and her words were her only indication of a lack of control within her angered passion. "Do you understand me?" she asked, but it sounded like a threat. "And I had better get something out of you other than a yes or no." Her lips were pursed, one hip cocked and she nearly had to stare straight up at him, but god dammit if she was going to let him out of this bunker without at least a bachelors equivalent education.

The tall soldier was pleased that she was back, he did not know why, but he was. Her blue eyes had a different spark this time, it even brought a different emotion up inside him. When the female began to talk to him, he was shocked. His large frame was completely frozen, while his eyes where fixed on hers. Was she angry at him? He thought he did everything right. He was training hard, really hard. He had gone well past his level off condition, forcing himself to work even harder, all for her. He did not want to see her get yelled at. But why was she angry at him? It made no sense.

Ever since he opened his eyes he was looking at her. Like a child seeing its mother for the first time, her presence was like that. Hell in his eyes she was a mother to him. And now he was being scolded for something he did not understand. Did she want him to speak now? He pondered the question, not knowing how to respond properly. He then remembered the feeling of a person touching another person. Skin contact could make someone happy did it not? He stood erect again, his large powerful shape towering over her. “Yes” He spoke in his deep voice, as his right hand circled around her, pulling her close to his chest. “No I do not understand… but yes” The subject sounded confused, in truth he was completely flabbergasted to what she really wanted. He remained holding her for another minute before releasing her and sitting down on the bed.

“Yes.. Isadora.. I will listen..” He head his head slumped downwards a bit, showing submission and hurt.

Her heart skipped a beat as the large mass moved towards her, she was frozen. Her limbs did not budge to block him or flee, her mind was screaming, but her body did nothing. It was a relief though, as he only moved to hug her. The sound of his voice resonated deeply in his chest as she was pressed into it. Once he had released her and folded onto the bed did she finally comprehend what he had actually said. She knew her rant had fallen on deaf ears, but it had gotten his attention. Before she had time to say anything though, the door busted open with two armed men, yelling.

"Doctor Mahone! Move out of the way, he needs to be sedated!" one yelled at her as he attempted to push past her. Her small body stood its ground though, all five feet, four inches of it. "Don't you dare! He didn't do anything wrong!" she retorted as she snatched the tranquilizer gun from one's hand, then turning to point it at the two. "Everything is fine," she told them steadily. Her eyes rolled as the two men calmed down. "Are you done?" she asked sardonically. The two nodded and she handed the unarmed man back his weapon. "Now leave," she told them and turned back to the subject as the door shut.

"They were only confused," she told him calmly, hoping he wasn't too upset by the bursting in. It always seemed to happen when she was around him, as if the soldiers didn't trust a fellow soldier around her. "I'm sorry that happened," she offered kindly, "But lets get back to work. I know you have been training all day, but I hope that once you learn to read, it will be easier for you to understand what is going on." With a turn of her heel, she moved to the dresser and pulled out children's books for him, then handed them to him slowly to devour. Its going to be a long day... she thought as she sat beside him to help.

When the two guards rushed in the door, the subject remained calm. He could take them, somehow he knew. But above all else, he knew that she would protect him. His guess had been right; this was a good thing to do. When she send them away he even tried to thank her for it. When she presented him with a book, he was curious to see what it was. After spending a few minutes fiddling with the paper, he was finally instructed to behave. Knowing now what he needed to do, he began to watch what was on paper. After she read the first few words, he know knew what each letter meant. Slowly he was puzzling things together.

When the book was finished he threw it aside, moving towards the cabinet to pick up a new one. Each book was finished in mere minutes, while the subject’s eyes shifted from left to right. In two hours’ time the subject had assimilated all the children’s books she had to offer. Finally he found a small dictionary in the corner. One glance inside and he smiled. This thing was a treasure to him. Not only did it help him annunciate all the words properly, it also described what it all meant. When the doctor came back 8 hours later, he had read nearly half the book. His eyes had taken quite a beating as they were bright red. 8 hours without almost blinking and constant staring proved unhealthy for the newly developed eyes. The old sweat on his back was also now stinking up the place.

When the doctor entered the room she was greeted with a new voice. No longer the robotic drone with a deep voice, but a smother more elegant voice. “Good evening Doctor,. Mahone was it?” He stood up a bit wobbly as he placed the dictionary on the shelf. “I did as you asked, I read almost all of the books” He did not know she meant one or two.

The time wore on Isadora more than the subject, as to be expected, but she also had other matters to attend to. Mostly, paperwork and grant submitting. General O'Brien picked a fight with her again, but she gave him nothing to yell at her more for. Later, she checked back in on the subject through the glass as he had moved onto the dictionary. She had known that his curiosity would get the best of him eventually, take hold and aid him in exploration of their language. No one had bothered him, as per her request, since she had left but she wasn't going to intrude empty handed.

After walking to the cafeteria and coming back with some nutritious food, she stopped by her own room and grabbed the biggest book she had. It happened to be a romance novel, but she would get him a more educational book later. Plus, she reasoned with herself, He needs some social awareness, right? With a shrug she placed the book under her arm and carried the tray to the laboratory bunker for him. Upon walking in, the stench of training accosted her. "Dear god," she muttered just as he looked up at her and spoke fluently.

After a moment of aghast silence, Isadora nodded slowly as she found her words, "Um, y-yes. Doctor Mahone, but you can call me Isadora." Once her first sentence was out, she blinked a him a few times, still astonished at the progress. "I brought food for you, and another book, if you want to read it. If you don't, its fine, but I just figured it would be more interesting than the dictionary." She set the tray down on the dresser along with her book. "After you eat, you should take a shower and get some sleep. There will be training in the morning and a rough form of school in the afternoon," she told him promptly with a scientific approach. The mask showed a few cracks though as he put the dictionary away, "Good job today. Thank you for your hard work," she told him softly, as if her words weren't exactly allowed.

2-a showed signs of shock as he let his guard down. Isadora? But the book clearly stated that when dealing with a new person or a person in charge one should always address her with respect. Did she not want him to respect her? Inwardly he struggled with the concept of human speech and status. His face still lacked the proper signs of human emotion, but his body portrayed his discomfort.

"I brought food for you, and another book, if you want to read it” Gifts? The first could clearly be considered a necessity but another book? More and more he started to view this female in higher regard. She was not like the others. She held his skin and offered words of kindness. The other females merely wanted to inject things or apply beeping things to his chest. The first encounter with the beeping device was fun, but the other 3 times proved dull and irritating.

He walked towards the tray and inspected the food. It was a strange shape, but the smell seemed fine. Grabbing the sandwich he quickly stuffed it in his mouth, swallowing the content after three large bites. “I hope I did as you asked” He said slowly. He wanted her to speak kindly to him again, offer praise and good words. Grabbing the romance novel, he opened it and began to read immediately. After a small cough and a finger forcing the book away, he got the message. “I am sorry. I shall take a shower.” He turned around and walked towards his bed and back again. His hard earned respect from her, shattered as he looked helpless and lost. “What is a shower?” The large subject clearly had a lot to learn. “Could you help me?”

He was in need of guidance, severely, but it would all work out for the better, especially if he read the rest of the dictionary soon. "Bath?" she tried, in hopes that he would have read that work already. "You need to clean yourself, you're dirty," she applied short sentences, hoping it would go smoother that way. Isadora avoided saying she would aid him in taking a shower, but if it was needed, she would find a male orderly to assist him. The look, or lack of, on his face made her smile, his utter confusion was amusing to her slightly. Not that she enjoyed making fun, but it sometimes just struck her as odd.

Eventually, with his best in mind, she radioed for a male orderly to come assist him shower, just in case anything went wrong. As they awaited the man, she attempted a conversation with him. "You did a good job today, but you should keep that up for past today. If you want, after your shower, you can read for awhile. But, you also need to sleep well, okay?" She offered a smile to him, but the man entered once she had finished speaking. "Doctor Mahone," he prompted before turning to the subject.

"Don't do anything but explain, he isn't dumb, you're just there just in case something seems hazardous," she told the assistant then turned to 2a, "Goodnight, I will see you after training tomorrow. Also, I expect you to be clean and dressed when I come back tomorrow. More than just shorts, that is." And with a smile she retreated from the room, clocked off her duty and moved to her own bunk to sleep. Once she was wrapped in her comforter, she reached for her book, forgetting she had given it to the subject. So, with a sigh, she turned out the lights and shut her eyes to sleep.

2-a was left alone with the male orderly, already he had felt a sense of ill times. The orderly, called James, guided him towards the shower. A quick introduction was made, concerning the function of the bathroom and when to use it. The had spent two entire hours inside the bathroom. James was at his wits end as he had stopped 2-a from cooking himself alive, drowning himself, flooding his room, strangling Himself with the hose. Afterwards 2-a was on his bed, slowly reading his new book. Words as kissing, love and emotion where new things. He had read of their definition in the other books of course, but this book seemed to bring them alive.

“kiss” he said out loud as wondered what it would be or feel like. He had spent the entire night reading through the book three times before drifting off to sleep. His normal calm sleep was now haunted by dreams of lust. His lips touching a woman and her blond hairs slowly sliding across his shoulder. The whole concept of dreaming was incredible, entire research had been done, alterations made to his brain to prevent him from feeling guilt or having dreams.

2-a woke early that day. His hands had felt clammy and his heart was racing. That night the blond woman, the doctor, had given him orders. She had told him to kiss her, to never let her go, to make her feel like a woman. Still a bit confused why she would want those kind of things, he decided to act upon them. She was his creator after all, she would know better.
When the doctor entered the room, he dashed towards her. His large frame was upon her like a jaguar on a prey. His eyes fixed upon hers as he grabbed hold of both her shoulders. He knew that the camera’s where pointed at a few key positions in his room. In his dream she had ordered him to take him some place, a place they could be alone. In his mind, the corner near his bed was the safest place he could think off.

Throwing her roughly on the bed, he crawled on top of her, his frame slowly, yet elegantly, making its way upwards. His larges eyes took in her form one last time before he moved in for the kill, locking his lips with hers. After reading the book over and over again, he was behaving on auto pilot. Acting out the entire kissing scene from chapter 1 to 14. His tongue was large, yet demonstrated an amazing feet of agility and endurance. When he finally got up he stared at her with innocent eyes. “I have done as you requested. I have learned the proper way of showering one self. I have read your book. And I have done as you requested last night. What do I need to do further?”