elaith shuffled through a bin of patient files, his pale skin glowing faintly in the dim, white lights. his eyes, a deep red, were tired. every so often he’d glance toward one of the beds- the only one occupied for the time being. he was trying to figure out how to help them. his gaze directed itself back toward the files as he flipped through each one, scanning through the text; each and every detail was ingrained into his mind. he never forgot anything- at least, not usually. his ears perked as he heard shuffling behind him. he glanced up, gaze soft. “you should really try to rest more. you’re not healed.”