“Ah, so you’re awake,” he mumbled under his breath as he looked down at you on the medical table. You groaned, rubbing your head as you looked around.

“Ja, I vould imagine my head hurting too.” he chuckled softly as he looked back at a clipboard with his pencil tapping. “Now, you’re lucky. I surpassed myself deeply on zis surgery. How do you feel?” he grinned over at you as his German accent spilled from his words. He was just happy you survived. His medical license was already revoked.