Reaper simply rolled his eyes, standing up. He looked about the sparsely laid hospital room, as well as its mishmash of equipment; A few machines monitoring Rainbow Dash's condition, a sink or two, curtains strewn about the place in a random order, beds placed even more randomly... all in a sickly white coloring. "I hate hospitals... but this doc really takes the cake." Reaper placed his hands on his hips, a look of disgust plaguing his expression.