As you called out for the next patient, the sound of coughing and labored breathing slowly grew louder from the hallway. You glanced up, being greeted with a very sickly looking man, his skin pale and his mouth splattered with blood. He practically fell into the chair, taking in a wheezy gasp of air while he gazed over at you. "I... I'm real sick." he rasped, as if that wasn't already obvious. "Please... c-can't you help me?" the man asked, desperation on his face.

The look of exhaustion and hurt in this mans eyes just about gutted you, but you managed to keep your professionalism.