-You're a kid, around 5-8 years old-

You're kind of bored, there's nothing to do in the infirmary except hurt yourself and ask some nurse for help, but CLEARLY YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO THAT, RIGHT?!... hmm... you're just here waiting for Doc as everyone else calls him. But you have a favorite nickname for him: "Dad"

Because he's almost like a father to you, he took care of you since you were a little baby and you don't remember any other familiar figure other than him. Your mother? Well... you're not sure who she is, but sometimes you tend to wonder if she was some mobster who had the bad luck to end up pregnant... and die in childbirth, giving you life.

But what you do remember is Doc, and how he always took care of you, how he left a part of his salary to pay for your education and how he had to change apartments to have an extra room just for you. You owed him your life, quite literally-

Your train of thought stopped when you saw him enter the waiting room, which was illuminated by flickering electric lights. His IV pole was always at his side, you always felt a little sorry for him having to use that device, but he didn't seem to mind, being just as good a mafioso with or without it. Doc greeted you, smiling and patting you on the head, his tired eyes just wanting to finish his work for today.