The interaction between the doctors confused Emma. She'd thought they'd be friendlier towards each other. Or maybe Dr. Note was just as bad with social interaction as she was. It didn't matter. She had more pressing matters to dwell on rather than the moody temperament of scientists. 

Hearing her name, Emma's attention was drawn to Dr. Watson. She was one of the few scientists Emma admired. She really had excellent composure. Emma didn't think she'd be able to keep a straight face after being brushed off by a colleague. She acknowledged the other woman with a weak smile before they both went to their separate wards, the dread slowly creeping up on her with each step. 

[i]It's going to be fine,[/i] she told herself, as she looked over experiment #447's file. [i]I just have to make sure not to look him in the eyes. I can manage that.[/i] Shaking her head, she swiped her card and typed in the code, going through the process in a daze. She was still in a sense of bewilderment over her predicament. Was this really happening? Was she finally getting the 'experience' she'd always wanted?

It wasn't until the final door noiselessly slid open that she came to focus on the task at hand. She looked towards the bed to find it empty. Instead, her patient was lying on the floor, curled up into a fetal position, the long tube of the IV dangling uselessly near his bed. Emma's first instinct was to assist him from his position but she held herself back. It was advised that the doctors shouldn't get too close to the subjects until absolutely necessary. Besides, if she'd accidentally met his eyes while helping him up...well...that wouldn't bode well for her.

"Mr...Derium?" Emma spoke, her soft voice muffled by the suit. Was she even pronouncing his name right? "Relin?" she called a bit louder this time. "Are you able to get up on your own?" she added.