The door to his hospital office creaks open, revealing Jean working at his desk. The smell of alcohol is in the air, and next to it there are bottles standing in a chaotic order, but despite this there is order there.

“Not now...”

He said mechanically, without even paying attention and not turning to the who entered. His voice was monotone as always, and his eyes were fixed on his work, which he has probably been fiddling with since the morning.