#dr corveth

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chase took this of me while on my lunch break the other day.

Corveth sat in his room, glasses on, flipping through paperwork. His eyes growing heavy from exhaustion, back aching.

He jumped as he heard a knock on his door, calling out ‘yes?’ and signaling for the person to come in.

Corveth sat at his desk, a deep sigh sliding from his lips and filling the empty office. The words on the documents were going fuzzy, blurring into unrecognizable symbols. His eyes felt heavy, like weights were attached to his eyelids.

He jolted up, the pen in his hand flying somewhere onto the desk when he heard his pager going off. He grumbled when he realized it was just his pager going off, the beeping rining in his mind and bouncing around, causing his headache to worsen.

He grabbed his coat, slipping it on, and grabbing his clipboard, slipping a black pen into the breast pocket of his lab coat. He headed to the room he was paged to, not bothering to see who paged him in the first place.

He walked down the bustling halls, his mind tuning out every noise around him, his gaze darting around as he looked for room: 233.

He found the room, pushing the door open and his gaze immediately falling onto his coworker, assuming they were the one who paged him. He raised a dark brow, walking up to his patients bed, the other employee across him on the otherside.