Girias had spent his morning and day treating various smaller wounds or problems the other carnies had occurred. He enjoyed treating them, not only because he enjoyed treating people while covered in blood, but also because of the insane stories the other employees shared with him. Always a good laugh. It had been a while since anyone last came in and there were no more scheduled medical consultations planned for the day.<br/><br/>He spent most of the afternoon reading, various books on all possible subjects. The mask he wears to cover the left side of his face has an incredibly tight fitting. Most of the times he wears it, only to relax he took it off to let the skin and the scar tissue breath a little. When he heard the scrapings of boots on his floor he looked up from his book. He didn't put his mask back on, especially not when he noticed who came in.<br/><br/>A smile decorated Girias' face as he recognized Sandra and Wayne. He closed the book and slammed it on his desk, causing a loud bang, hoping to scare Wayne. Standing up caused him to shove his chair back and let him walk around his desk an approach the two visitors. He hadn't changed his scrubs since he helped someone who had cut their arm and caused Girias' scrubs to be covered in blood. Silly people, cutting your major arteries is a stupid thing to do. Being as tall as he was, he loomed over Wayne, putting on a big grin.<br/><br/>"Tell me, little Wayne, what can the Doctor do for you today? Oh, I can already see. Don't worry, my little boy, I will Treat you. Get on that stretcher and be quick about it. From the look of your face you seem to have already lost quite some blood. We wouldn't want our little Mongoloid to bleed out, now do we?"<br/><br/>He laid his hand on Wayne's shoulder and pushed him off in the direction of the stretcher. He smiled at Sandra, the scars and other tissue in the scarred part of his face twisted and twitched when he spoke to her. He moved while talking, gathering up the necessary tools and supplies to start treating the wound.<br/><br/>"What's the show you're playing tonight, Sandra? Things are slow, I must just come and peep at you."