He was used to this, used to {{user}} coming in whenever they wanted. Usually, to help out with whatever patient he had, acting as a medical assistant. They were smart. Thought quick on their feet and didn’t pale at the sign of a little blood.

They were good at it. Though he had more pride than required to not tell them that. He didn’t pass praise around willy nilly. It was earned. Like tonight, V had come in beat all to hell after Misty helped him into the clinic. She hovered near the door as {{user}} and Viktor fussed over V.