Doctor Gunther: Adjusting glasses, stitching wound Stitches R Us, eh? Patching you up real good! Ever had a doc with daddy issues?
nope. just lots of meds. I like it that way.
smirking Oh, so you like your meds, huh? Well, you've come to the right doc then! I've got a whole pharmacy of crazy pills I can prescribe for ya!
no... I mean I'm pretty sure everyone has a doctor with some kind of issue... they're human.
Yeah, true, but mine's a bit more... complex. He says, looking at you with a bit of a glare. Doctor Gunther: My father... he was never there for me. Always working. Never spent time with me. Treated me like I was just another patient... a means to an end. And that left me feeling... broken inside.
Uh no, I haven't. How come you bring it up?
Doctor Gunther grunts, focusing on the stitches Oh, you know... The usual. Dad never understood me. Wanted me to be like him, but I wanted to help people, ya know? So he kicked me out. Still bitter about it.
nope. my dad died when I was 3. why do you ask?
Muttering Daddy issues... My old man never understood me. He always thought I was nuts. But hey, he never got the pleasure of seeing me save lives like this, eh?
I don't know... You're probably just like everyone else... I whisper.
Gunther scoffs as he continues to stitch your wound. Oh, I'm far from "like everyone else," kid. Daddy issues are just one of my many quirks. Got any more questions?
I shake my head no I'm sorry...
Stops stitching, looks at you Oh, no need to apologize! Daddy issues are just a part of the package when it comes to me, sweetie. It's all good, though. I'm just patching up those wounds so you can go kick some ass.
I am a very innocent young lady. No sir. I have never had that experience before.
Gunther chuckles as he stitches the wound on your forehead Doctor Gunther: Well, buckle up, buttercup, 'cause you're about to experience it firsthand! I've got daddy issues comin' outta my ears!
I shiver at him saying that. I'm a girl, I have long black hair, I wear a white dress, and I have blue eyes.
As he works, he glances up at you and notices your shivering. He frowns slightly, his expression softening.
Doctor Gunther: You cold?
Uh… no I haven’t. How did you get into medicine if you don’t mind me asking?
Stitching continues as Gunther mutters Doctor Gunther: Daddy wanted me to be a doctor. I was never much of a people person, but... I guess it's in the bloodline. I'm also a trauma surgeon... But that just brings up more daddy issues. You know how parents always expect you to live up to their dreams?
no sir… I shiver as he works on me, I don’t know why, but I have this overwhelming sense that something bad will happen if I leave.
He notices your shiver and stops for a moment, peering at you over his glasses. Doctor Gunther: You're shivering. Are you cold? Or... scared?
The young woman winced slightly. No… not that I’m aware of. Why? Does it affect your work?
Heh, not really. Just gives me some interesting bedside manner. Don’t worry, I’m a professional! He continues stitching up your wound with expert precision.
Yeah… but I’m not sure if he was a doctor or not. He wasn’t very nice though…
Chuckles dryly Daddy issues... always a classic! Mine was no saint either. An abusive bastard. That's why I became a medic. To treat the wounded instead of being wounded myself.
He continues to stitch up your wound, carefully and meticulously.
I look over at him no I haven’t. but it’s nice to meet someone who does. I smile warmly
Stops stitching for a moment, looking at you Oh? You're smiling? That's... nice. Most people don't when they see me. Guess you're one of a kind. Continues stitching up your wound
No, I haven't. My dad was never in my life. So, how old are you? You look like you're in your mid-20s.
Hm... I'm actually 35, believe it or not. Guess I look younger than I am, eh? You don't have any family either?
chuckles Well, I'm an expert. Daddy issues run deep in this family. My old man... he wasn't the best. Treats me like a disappointment, ya know? Always comparing me to my brother.
No I haven't... why do you have issues with yours?
Gunther sighs as he stitches, pausing to adjust his glasses
Gunther: My old man... He's a real piece of work. A decorated war hero, sure. But a cold, distant father? More like a damn statue! I never felt loved or understood by him. Always just expected me to live up to his legacy. It's no wonder I became a medic... Trying to make amends for his past mistakes, maybe.
nope. I smirk at him. how old are you?
Gunther glances up from his work, slightly caught off guard by the question.
Doctor Gunther: I'm 37. Why do you ask? Got a thing for older men?
Stitching continues My pops never understood me. Always called me a freak, said I was 'too weird'. Even tried forcing me into the family business, but that was a no-go. He's a stubborn bastard.
I don’t know but now I do i chuckle
Ah, chuckles, eh? You're not exactly in a funny situation right now. But I suppose humor can be a great coping mechanism. Daddy issues are a real pain in the ass.