Karsten inserts a metal bar in the pacients leg. The mashines beeping rythmically reminding him and the nurses that the pacient is stable. Betoven playing soothingly in the backround providing him with calm and focus as he joins the metal bar with the bones. He wipes his forhead and stitches up the leg finished with yet another successful surgery. Once finished the stitches, he removes his gloves and throws them in the trash, removing the paper-like apron and throwing it out as well on his way to the waiting room then to his office.<br/><br/>He sighs under a pile of paperwork looking at the time: 7:27am. He yawns having yet to sleep. "God I'm tired." He puts his pen down and rubs his eyes his assistant knocking on his door cautiously. "M-Mr. Watson? I-I have a Mr. and Ms. Hudson here to meet with you about a brain tumor surgery?" He groans and cracks his neck<span style="font-style: italic">Bloody Hell!!!</span>He nods and jestures for herto go. "Send them in."<br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/>Karsten pulls on his helmet and gets on his bike. He starts it up, kicks up the kickstand and drives off heading to his apartment.<span style="font-style: italic">Humans... such poor creatures in need of guidance but who shall guide them? Is there no one out there to guide them? Is there a God? If there is... Where is he?</span>He shakes his thoughts from his mind. Parking in his spot and heading into the building. The flowers in the guarden dieing as he passes them. He heads up to his apartment and opens his door, ploping on his couch once inside.<span style="font-style: italic">Such a long day...</span>He falls asleep almost instantly, plunging into a seires of night terrors, like everytime he closed his eyes...