Blood Sample

"This should be enough. Her body's temperature will turn back to normal after a while." Dr Arturo said, wringing excess water off a white napkin before setting it on Isadora's forehead.

She is now completely asleep and in less pain than when he reached her.

Vincent barely paid attention to his words. The Devil masked man sat behind his large desk, bent on work. His bright desk lamp cast some light on his face, making his eyes water a little.

This wholesome scene capturing his habit of being hardworking didn't sit quite well with Arturo, on the contrary, it made him very mad.

'This lad is ignoring him again'. Doctor Arturo frowned hard, his head wrinkled so much a vein threatened to pop.

Decisively, he removed himself from Isadora's side and slammed his hands on Vincent's desk, capturing his attention.

'Great the old man is about to throw another tantrum' Vincent thought tiredly, and raised his gaze at him, sure enough, the rain of lectures came flowing.

"Why don't you take pity on me?