they stare with such a ferocity ; awe and frustration in tandem , working toward the severity that only a scorned medic can contain . a beat passes -- arms drawn tightly over their torso , before their question is crudely quipped without so much as a warning . ‘ are you aware of how many men you’ve sent to my clinic ? ’ silence . and then , hesitantly , ‘ ---sir . ’ that may lessen the blow .
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