"Goodheart? Are you awake?" a deep and stern stallion's spoke up. It made its way into the mind of the doctor. But the older stallion just wanted to sleep a bit more. Though the tone alone was enough for him to open his eyes. The stallion turned his head over to the side of the door as the sounds came from there. Then he fell in his eyes, the director of the hospital. A brown coated, blue eyed stallion that wore a black suit.