Vlask scowled to himself as he looked at his clipboard, his expression serious. he leaned against the front desk and he thought of his last failure with his last patient. he groaned softly before he wrote down his results but, suddenly he could hear footsteps coming from behind him. he took out his syringe that was full of liquid as he turned toward the noise. he pointed the sharp end on his syringe at the patient. "i am your doctor. i will be taking your medication today. my name is Vlask".
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