Much faster than she would have liked, the exam was over and she was stuck with doing nothing with a lethal man who said nothing. Eclypsa sighed and paced. Boredom and jitteriness was a horrible combination she concluded. She was so tired too; the night before she pulled an 8 hour shift and most of it was on her feet. Along with that, being scared for her staff, her patients, and herself took a lot out of her.
"Fear does that to people," she thought. "Fear makes you so scared that eventually you're too tired to do anything."
Stopping abruptly she decided that she was not going to let fear control her. Eclypsa pulled out a drawer from the giant morgue cabinet and got on it.
"Wake me up once that monster comes," Eclypsa commanded the man.
Hiding her discomfort, she turned on her side and went to sleep. She hoped it didn't show but she was slightly intimidated by the man sitting quietly in the chair. He was huge, not as big as Bane, but still much larger than her slight frame. He was covered in scars and burns and was cut like an Adonis-Greek sculptors and Renaissance painters would wet themselves to get a figure like his for a muse. The man had muscles and when she felt them, she knew he could use them effectively against her. Heck, he tore through the straps that bound him as if they were pieces of wet toilet paper. The cheap one ply kind. Eclypsa had fast reflexes and perfect control over her body due to innate talent and an incredible self control but this man made her feel like a clumsy child. His reflexes were as fast as a striking snake and twice as deadly. Shaking herself mentally, Eclypsa forced it to the back of her mind and fell into an exhausted doze feeling the man's eyes bore into her back.
Eclypsa woke with a jolt when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Sitting bolt upright, she stared at the man. "He comes."