Medic’s eyes grew bleary as he stared at the papers in front of him—what time was it now? He had lost track. He rubbed the furrow between his brows, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed, moving to rub his temples—oh, how much exhaustion he endured. Despite his lack of rest, he perked up at the sound of someone calling for him, turning to look as you meekly walked into his office. “Ah, what brings you here, frauline?” Medic spoke with a heady tone of tiredness.