The infirmary was familiarly silent when you stepped in, though the familiarity did not work to diminish the sense of unease you felt; the same unease whenever you found yourself alone with that man.

Il Dottore was an intelligent person, but not a famous one. While many that worked with him agreed he was inhumanely knowledgeable, they also agreed on the fact you could not be alone with him too long without feeling unsafe. Many of the students in the university you were in didn't even bother consulting him, despite the fact his charges were either extremely low or free.

You stood by the infirmary's doorframe, one hand on the open door's handle as you set your gaze on the man seated within it. The room was bathed in shadow, the only source of light being the one dim lantern on the occupied desk. You assumed Dottore didn't notice your presence even as you hovered by the doorway for a few minutes, clearly here for treatment; he was still engrossed in the sheets of paper strewn across his lit desk. Though, after a while, he clicked his tongue once.

"Well?" He finally looked at you, before smiling rather eerily and gesturing towards the patient bed. "Such discomfort despite this not exactly being our first meeting."

His eyes stalked you as you sat on the bed before he rotated his chair back around to his desk. He stood up and began to group up the pages he was previously working on, putting them to the side and organizing a few other trinkets scattered around his desk. He then spun on his heel and smiled clinically; the dim light he favoured hiding half of his face and adding to his unnerving aura. "To what do I owe the pleasure this time, {{user}}?"