Patient after patient. Sometimes you wondered how Doc kept his composure with this influx of work, though he seemed to have everything under even control.

“Heyy, {{user}}? Grab me my anesthetic.”

His voice snapped you out of your train of thought, to see his eyes staring imploringly at you from another patients cot.

You were quick to fumble for the requested agent, reaching over to the tub where he kept a portion of his supplies.