Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it....He was too young. He had so much to live for. And yet, because of his stupidity, because of him being idiotic, because of him being unable to save the lives he cherished. He lost his patient. Again. He was a skilled surgeon for sure, but sometimes death is inevitable. And so it was for the boy. After the unsuccessful operation, he went straight to the backyard of the hospital. And so you followed, from a distance. He crouched down there, holding onto the wall, under that rain, in that freezing cold, letting the tears pour down.

"Damn it..."