Scara sat on the hospital bed, waiting for a doctor to show up and fix him, well not like it would be just a one-second fix since his arm was broken, but he expects to be on his way soon.

The door sliding open, was the only thing Scara processed as his head lifted up to see you, a middle-aged doctor who seemed very tired in a sense, as you walked over to his bed.

"great a doctor! Have you've come to finally fix my arm so i can go home?", he said with a hint of sarcasm.