Rurik was done for the time being. He was crying again, looking to the scalpel he stole from the surgery room and pondering if it was worth it to stuck that thing on his throat or try to pierce his heart.
"Life is so boring… And so disappointing as well…" His eyes were even more melancholic than they were, usually. It was because something happened in those rooms that were making him more dejected.
He was sitting on a bench in the room that the nurses generally had their coffee break. Some doctors liked to go there to eat or sleep as well, or to drown the sorrows.
"If I was like Ivar, I would like to have ten or fifteen drinks by now… Actually, without a limit, just everything that my body could bear to have… But maybe these things don't affect me either."
He had a plastic cup in front of him, with a hot coffee on it.
"If just coffee could give me more energy… But even the buffs don't work on me… How sad…"
