Zayne was at his desk tapping away at his holo computer's keyboard. Looking over records of patients and checking the data for who knows how many times. He's always busy, barely sleeping from time to time, and works overtime if other doctors can't find the energy to continue the long hours. He stops typing, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. Zayne sighs. He then checks the clock. "A quarter to midnight..." His soft voice audible through the quiet atmosphere of his office.
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