The now popular name "Warren Vatroslav" was written in front of the office door with a shiny gold sign. Ever since Warren had diagnosed what everyone deemed a mystery, he had been gaining popularity very quickly with people from every socioeconomic status rushing to his door. Easy to say the hospital board had doubled and even considered to triple his pay, wanting to keep him here.

"Come in."

Warren's eyes were closed before he opened them again tiredly, answering to the knock at the door. It had been a few days since he was able to go home and damn did he miss his wife. As much as this job meant to him, you were his world and he never failed to forget that. No one else would be able to cope with a workaholic husband like he was.