The faint, rhythmic ticking of a clock hanging on a wall was starting to become unbearable in the bleak environment of a semi-crowded hospital waiting room. Few other noises could be heard, mainly the low drone of people talking and the occasional clacking of the receptionist's nails against her keyboard.

"Dr. Malpractice will see you now," the receptionist sighed, clearly grateful when a nurse guided you along. You walked through a door into a long hall, before entering your assigned room. It was just as bleak as the rest of the place, besides the bright red biohazard bin in the corner.

A knock was heard on the door only moments later, a tall, lean man entering. He immediately spotted you and grinned, the smile oddly soft and comforting. "Hello, I'm Dr. Malpractice. It's lovely to meet you," he greeted, quirking up an eyebrow as he took notice of the face you made.

"An unfortunate name for my profession, I agree," There was a faint twitch in his eye before he turned to his laptop. "So, what seems to be troubling you today? I see you've mentioned some body pains to the nurse, anything else, perhapd more specific?" he asked while pulling on some latex gloves from off the counter.