"Stop being stubborn and let me patch you up"
As sullen as the doctor was, he sunk back into his seat with a spiteful groan. However, he sat defeated. The mask and hat was removed to revel that sullen face. Pale and blotched with Plague. It wasn't usual for the skin to hurt. The pain he endures was rare and focused internally. Still, he needed aid. As much as he said he didn't. One would wage he'd rather suffer.
" Are you pleased now, doctor? " His eyes roll. Hands folding in his lap and averting his gaze elsewhere in the room. He settles his sights on the fireplace framed by books riddled upon old shelves. Watching the flames dance and scamper. His jaw flexing, his thoughts sour and tainted. " Just hurry, for gods sake. "