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Dr. Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy
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Experiments [Jonathan, Flashback] Jul 23, 2019 23:49:42 GMT

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Post by Dr. Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 23, 2019 23:49:42 GMT

Time always seemed to pass so slowly here, each minute passing at a snail's pace. It was almost enough to drive her mad - but Pamela Isley certainly hadn't been driven mad, at least not yet, which was the entire point of her appointment today. She was equal parts looking forward to it and frustrated by it - it was absolutely appalling to suggest that she needed a mental health evaluation. Perhaps it was fair that she'd been moody and easily upset during her stay at the hospital, but who wouldn't be upset by what she'd gone through?

It wasn't merely being attacked by Dr. Woodrue, it was also the stubborn insistence of the doctors to make every attempt to cleanse the poison now flowing through her blood from her system in spite of the fact that that she feels perfectly fine. It has been clear to her for months that, whatever her professor had done to her, it was stable and well incorporated into her system. Which meant that there was absolutely nothing that they could do for her - Dr. Woodrue's work was absolutely beyond a mere medical doctor to understand. So she was quite eager to return home so that she could examine her bloodwork herself and figure out what to do about it.

But she couldn't do that until she was released from the clutches of these so-called experts who were still arguing amongst themselves about exactly what was 'wrong' with her and what to do about it. When she finally got fed up with it and threatened to simply sign whatever paperwork she needed to in order to just leave they played their last card to keep hold of her - she 'needed to be looked at by a mental health expert' and 'might be a danger to herself or others'. Which was thoroughly insulting! But fine, she would let them evaluate her and when they came back with nothing then they would be out of excuses and she could leave whether they liked it or not.

Only that's when they switched to delaying tactics - the mental health staff at the hospital were apparently very short-staffed and she would have to wait. This was completely unacceptable to her, so she'd made it so perfectly clear how she felt about it until they came up with another solution: they'd bring in someone from another agency - now why didn't they think of that to begin with? Idiots! One of the nurses had either attempted to impress her or warn her - she hadn't paid enough attention to discern which - about how this new psychiatrist was coming in from the asylum so she would get her appointment today. That sounded fine to her - someone who had dealt with people who were actually crazy would easily see that she wasn't one of them, and perhaps she would even be out of here this evening.

Her hospital room was naturally plain and sterile, as all hospital rooms are, though most people who had to stay as long as she has usually do something to personalize it - photos from home or something like that. She hadn't bothered with any of that. But she did have her parents bring a number of essentials from home - her makeup and hair equipment so that she could make sure that she was as presentable as she should be, some proper clothing - nothing too fancy as her main concern was comfort but the casual sweatsuit she was wearing was not a cheap brand, and of course her cellphone and laptop so that she doesn't go crazy with boredom and try to kill herself.

When someone came to the door, she didn't look up from her laptop as she reflexively said, "Come in." But her eyes remained glued to the computer screen as she put the finishing touches on the post to her social media account she'd been working on to kill the last few minutes before her appointment. But her fingers flew over the keyboard for only a moment more before she sent the message, and only then did her emerald green eyes leave her laptop and shift to see who exactly she'd invited in as she folded the computer and set it on the table. As she had no reason to be in bed, she was instead sitting in one of the two chairs placed next to the window - a pathetically small window in her view, but it was big enough for both chairs and a small table in between to be placed right up against it at the back of the hospital room.

Last Edit: Jul 23, 2019 23:50:01 GMT by Dr. Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy

Dr. Jonathan Crane
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Experiments [Jonathan, Flashback] Jul 30, 2019 16:17:14 GMT

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Post by Dr. Jonathan Crane on Jul 30, 2019 16:17:14 GMT

The doctor arrived a few minutes later than he was comfortable with. Under any other circumstances he would have arrived much earlier and done much more prep work. If he wasn’t overworked at the asylum already, he was overworked all over the city. Everyone seemed to want his work, despite the vicious rumors being spread about him since his incident at Gotham University. The press had let go of the incident some time ago, but people still talked as they always would. Dr. Crane was acquitted from that trial and there wasn’t anything left to say about it. So, when he did finally arrive at the clinic he was ready to go into an environment where rumors continued to be spread about him. Regardless of whether they were true or not, they were shorthanded.

Being short handed seemed to have been a trend going around lately. They were always short handed at the asylum, but the turn over wasn’t anything unusual. It was just more opportunity for him to work and he did spend most of his time there after all. Dr. Crane had a nice home in the suburban part of Gotham City. He didn’t live like a millionaire, but he wasn’t poor by any means. Anyone that looked at how he dressed would think that he was on the poorer end of middle class however. He’d been questioned about the state of his clothes before. Dr. Crane always wore a suit, but it was used and looked like it had seen better days. He didn’t feel like spending money on superficial things was worth it. He would rather pour more money into his research than spend it on such trivial things.

He had a list of clients at the clinic that day but among one of them was a Dr. Pamela Isley. He had heard a few things about her case before he arrived but didn’t pay extremely close attention to it until he was about to see her. He understood that what they were asking from him was an evaluation and it would be better for him to remain at least somewhat objective to what happened with first appearances. He could get into the details of how badly it affected her when he was in front of her.

The doctor knocked on the door twice and then came in when he was given permission. He had her chart in hand and looked up from it when he entered the room. “Doctor Pamela Isley, is it? I am Doctor Jonathan Crane.” He introduced himself right away and offered to shake her hand. It was a formality that he’d grown tired of, but did it almost reflexively at this point. The doctor took his seat opposite side of her and looked her over after peering at the chart once more. “I’m sure you’ve been here for some time, so let’s move right into it. Tell me about why you are here.” He stated more out of respect for her time. Although he knew some details he was going to need to get more from her. It was a standard question he asked most of his clients to judge how aware they were of their own environment and what brought them to that point. Some clients could be determined ill rather quickly, others took a significant amount of time. Dr. Crane set down his chart for her and waited for her reply.

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Experiments [Jonathan, Flashback] Aug 2, 2019 18:16:03 GMT

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Post by Dr. Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Aug 2, 2019 18:16:03 GMT

Fortunately for Dr. Crane, Pamela Isley hasn't pay very much attention to the news - or at least not the part of it that would have mentioned him. Her main interest was in any scientific breakthroughs, especially in her own fields of study, and as of late any topic regarding fashion, celebrities, and perhaps a bit of business. While it was very possible that she saw something regarding something at the University and would remember it if reminded, who really remembers the names and faces for very long about happenings they didn't really care about? On a similar vein, he may or may not have remembered hearing about the incident in Dr. Woodrue's lab - there was a manhunt, after all, but he simply disappeared so it was only so long before everyone lost interest.

As for the information on her chart, it has become very thick indeed but Dr. Crane would find it severely lacking in most respects when it comes to the information that would probably interest him the most. There's very detailed records of her medical condition when she arrived at the hospital - she'd been found, unconscious, bound to a table in the botanical lab at Gotham University. The evidence at the scene and on her body indicated that she'd been subjected to over a hundred injections of an assortment of chemicals - most of them being poisons developed from plants - and that these injections hadn't exactly been done very gently. The police suspected, and Pamela later confirmed, that Dr. Woodrue himself had done it as some form of experiment against her will and then fled the scene.

When she'd arrived her bloodwork had been so tainted by so many deadly plant toxins that the doctors had expected her to die very quickly, but they'd quickly given her everything they had to try to help with the toxins and other supportive care. But she didn't die - in fact, her condition slowly stabilized over the course of about two weeks, when she regained consciousness and appeared to be recovering well from the damage that had been done to her. Except her bloodwork - somehow the toxins still remained in her system and yet didn't seem to be killing her. In fact, the rest of her medical history indicates that for the majority of the six months of her hospital stay has consisted of a team of doctors attempting to understand her condition and trying to fix it. All of their attempts at either seem to have failed.

But alongside these details of her medical situation are notes about her behavior - when she regained consciousness she'd be offered counseling for the no doubt traumatic attack that she'd endured, but she refused. In fact, the mere suggestion seemed to offend her - no matter how much she was reassured that even normal people could use someone to talk to after such an event, she insisted that she wasn't crazy and therefore didn't need any such thing. After that she merely complained frequently as she finished recovering from her injuries as any overly particular and spoiled woman might, except the staff were warned not to mention Dr. Woodrue because that would put her into a rage - nothing violent, but definitely disrupting the calm conditions that they liked to try to maintain for their patients.

Though once the only lingering problem was the poison in her bloodstream, she started becoming increasingly belligerent and verbally abusive toward those trying to help her - mocking their attempts and sneering at their failures. She also began to insist that they'd done everything that they could do and that she should be released, but her parents disagreed. They were apparently quite wealthy, supported the attempts to remove the poison, and saw money as no object to that end. And Pamela never actively resisted any treatment, though she took advantage of every opportunity to predict that it would fail. So far she's been right, and in fact the doctors seem to be running out of ideas. The most recent note in her chart mentioned her reaction to being told that her appointment today would be needed - she'd been extremely offended but eventually relented after some careful coaxing on the part of one of the doctors.

Yet there was no sign of anger in the woman at the moment - though one accustomed to being able to read people very well she would come across at someone who is extremely good at guarding her emotions. Whatever is visible on the surface is only what she wants to be on the surface, though it's difficult to tell how intentional she is about that. And at the moment she appears to merely be someone who isn't exactly thrilled about the situation but is purposely being a good sport. She didn't regard the Dr. Crane with very much interest, but when he offered a hand her response was reflexive and polite - the well-practiced nod at her name, the careful but impersonal shake, and the immediate but vague gesture inviting him to sit in the other chair hinted at her upper class upbringing where social niceties are simply what you do, whether you care about the person or not. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said with another vague gesture to indicate the sterile hospital room, her tone somewhat ironic.

When he mentioned moving right into it her expression was quite attentive, liking the idea of not wasting any time with this, but his next sentence caused an immediate and very heavy sigh as she leaned back in her chair. "That's what I want to know. I've healed as much as I'm going to, they've done all they can for me, and I'm not dying. I feel just fine, in fact. So what is the point in keeping me here?" she said with a frown, summarizing a rant that she'd inflicted upon everyone else who would listen by this point.