Sara had been at work since early that morning. Going over files, and making sure things were getting done up to standards. Many of the doctors, and even some of the guards knew that she had a strict way for how things were done, particularly when it came to her patients. Her reputation hadn't come easy. Being one of the few female staff members had made it tough to be taken seriously at times. Sara had lost count of the times she had been asked if she wanted someone else to take on a certain case, her coworkers fearing that the new doctor couldn't handle herself, too green out of school.<br/><br/>Eventually, with numerous "successful" patients under her care, and with her attitude towards the others, Sara had made a name for herself. Now that's not to say that she didn't care about her patients, she did. Sometimes a little too much, to the point where no one else was allowed to see them. Often this suited some doctors fine, less work for them, but other times it felt as though Sara was running the whole department.<br/><br/>When she had come in that morning she hadn't expected to be getting any new patients. Her time was booked and her schedule didn't look to be opening up any time soon. So it came as a surprise when the file was slid across her desk.<br/><br/><br/>Sara stood in the room, her clipboard held against her chest, waiting for Patient 36. She had read what was in the file and she was interested in this Man Who Never Dies. As he was wheeled in and restrained she stepped closer, waiting for the guards to leave so she could begin. It had become commonplace for the guards to leave the room when she was with a patient, something they had learned earlier on.<br/><br/>"Patient 36, I'm Dr. Hill. You've been assigned to my care during your stay with us here." Sara started with the usual introduction before beginning the prep for the blood sample.<br/><br/>"Tell me about yourself. You have quite the file, and history." Sara said, as she moved to take his blood.