POWER [open]

She breathes out quietly and pulls her hand back close to her body, her eyes upon the doctor, her eyes narrowed oh-so-slightly; she reaches for the artificial fingers for that hand and maintains eye contact with the doctor who was seeing her, his eyes twitch away and she lets her face twist into a rather cruel smile for the fraction of a second she lets that control lapse; Sadie fastens the false fingers into place and curls them, curls the rest of her hand, and breathes out softly, her eyes closing. "There is still no sign of infection, nor issue thereof. I will return in a few month's time for the checkup you wish for the rest of the scarring." He has seen enough of her weaknesses today and the CEO will not allow him to see the rest of it.

Sadie Armitage stands with a strong push of her legs, her gaze straight ahead; he will check her later, perform an examination of the scar tissue upon her flesh, and the few strange moles, but the CEO will not allow herself to think of what any of this could mean for her well-being, she has enough to worry about; she recognizes the strains of post-traumatic stress within her and wishes it were easy enough to ignore, but as much as she wishes, it is not.

Her hands fall behind her back and the woman strides from her room, fully dressed, not having to don a gown, going to the hospital for this seemingly benign purpose, but there is something within her, lurking, a strangeness, and she knows it is a matter of time before something within her body fails.

The CEO smiles thinly and shrugs quietly to herself; she doesn't know how many generations her family has practiced inbreeding, but a genetic scan provides proof that there is enough present; it makes her jaw clench enough that she grates her teeth, but then the CEO is in the lobby and whatever unfairness she feels is gone; her head raises up and she smiles sweetly, pays, and moves towards the door of the hospital. The doors slip open and the CEO stands in the sunlight, and for once, she feels as if she is trapped, utterly trapped.

Mortality has never been a worry of mine, she thinks, her hands clenched at her side, and then she strides forward slowly, purposefully, and sinks down upon a bench. She wants to think, first. Before she has to face her Assistants again.