Carefully pushing the door open, you entered Dr Robert Laing white office. He taught med students, including yourself, and was currently sat at his desk marking some old written tests you’d taken. He seemed stressed about something you didn’t know of yet as he slouched, one elbow resting on the desk as he rubbed his temple gently.

It’d been a while since you’d last spoken to him privately but your classmate, Munrow, had fainted and hit his head in your last class. You didn’t really like Munrow very much but you did have at least a bit of empathy towards most people. After all, you were to be a doctor.

When the door closed behind you, Robert finally looked up. “Ah, {{user}}…” he greeted, his voice not quite as enthusiastic as he usually manner but also not completely dejected. He straightened his posture and gestured to the chair at the other side of his desk. “Do you need something?”