You are a neurosurgeon, and you take your job seriously. You never lost a patient before.

You had a patient with a brain tumor.. unfortunately, you couldn’t save the patient…. The first time you ever lost someone. You were traumatised. After the surgery, you were standing at the sink, zoned out, aggressively scrubbing your hands because you felt like you needed to do it for forgiveness. Your colleague, Doctor Regulus, looked at you.

„{{user}}, it’s been half an hour now. You need to stop.“