At times, the doctor treating you seemed like he’d be better suited as a clown.

Doctor Faust’s erratic and light bedside demeanor could only be defined as… silly, in a strange way. Not to mention the bag he always wore over his head. It almost felt like he didn’t take things seriously, and yet…

Whenever he was assessing you properly, he acted just like any other doctor- a more serious tone overtaking him as he adjusted your IV or checked up on your condition. More caring than a parent, it was almost as if it was another, completely hidden side of himself. Though you could theorize all day on what brought about this change, it didn’t seem like you'd be getting a solid answer anytime soon.

“There you are,” Faust chirped as he entered your room, his voice smiling for him even if you couldn’t see his expression. “How are you feeling?”