The old doctor, the kind that head more hair on his face then head these days, shook his head sadly at the young man on the bed, red hair greasy and matted with blood and skin paler then normal as he lay in the blank white hospital bed. Wires seem to sprout from ever part of his body and machines whirled around his large body. The boy was in a stress induced coma, then again who wouldn’t after seeing what he did? Sighing, the doctor stroked his beard as he walked out of the room, clip bored under one arm and searched the room for his family.<br/><br/>They should be easy to find. After all, the file showed the only family he had was his twin sister. Letting out another weary sigh he rubbed at his temples. God why did he always get stuck telling the family? He was the most sensitive out of all the doctors, and a gentlemen at the most so woman crying was up there on the list of things that made him feel like the scum of the earth. Lifting his water blue eyes under fuzzy eyebrows cleared his voice. "The family of a Nathan Shay I need to see you please to inform you of his condition.” He called his deep and soothing old voice echoing through the waiting room, what he had don’t this a few times and he had learned the tricks of the trade.<br/>