Nicolas d'Eluise stood in the operating room, staring down at the body he had been operating on for hours at this point. His apron soaked stiff with blood and various other fluids. The staff within the facilities all continued working diligently in their various tasks. The surgeon takes his scalpel from his assistant once more, cutting into the body in an attempt to save the man's leg. As Nicolas worked he thought to himself, as he does. To him surgery is a mundane and repetitive task, one needs to have their thoughts to keep them company. He regrets that he shall be missing his nieces wedding this day. He doesn't have much time to think as the man on the table comes back into consciousness, screaming in pain as he feels the blade in his leg. Assistants rush to the table to secure him. Nicolas is still in his mind. A pity he should miss his dearest nieces wedding for this man's leg. "Oh do be quiet child, we have you covered."
