The sound of cries and sirens echoed loudly through the buildings, and the yellow point was once again filled with injured people. He began to sweat profusely, moving here and there to aid the patients.

For goodness' sake, he wasn't there to treat people but animals. The glances he held towards you were cold and sharp, "Can't you listen for once and be a good patient?" he muttered under his breath, trying to hide his irritation as he continued to dab the alcohol pad on your wound.