Esras was sitting on the stool pulled up to one of the metal surgical tables. The day had brought him more bullets to extract and more gashes to stitch up. Only a few weeks ago his life was relatively quiet, now he was working basically around the clock. But such was the plight with all of the Doctor's The Dead had among them, with flash point's breaking out all over the city there were more and more trauma cases, and at the moment, he was the only Doctor that was qualified to handle severe cases. For the time being.
Apparently this evening his sister was supposed to be bringing him another, qualified, doctor to help him when things were getting overwhelmingly busy, which at this rate was looking like it was going to be rather soon. He would have generally been very opposed to the idea back when he had a lifestyle that allowed for him to be working twenty hours a day. But now, now he wanted a little... a fair amount... of time to spend with Icarus. To have a functioning, thriving, relationship wasn't possible when you had four spare hours that you had to use sleeping. He looked down at his watch when he realized that his sister and the new Doctor should be arriving.
He stood up slowly and peeled the surgical gloves off of his hands and tossed them into the waste basket and dropped the soiled instruments and the kidney dish they were sitting in into the bleach and scalding water that was sitting in the sink before he put them in the sanitizer. At the rate he was working he either needed more tools or a faster sanitizer. At the very least this one needed a tune up. He'd need to have Icarus deal with that.
Icarus. Esras did feel utterly terrible for the way that he was treating him lately, when he wasn't exhausted, he was asking Icarus to run and get this or have something fixed.
Quietly he headed up from the surgery, through the hallway and into the living room. "Icarus!" he called, not even bothering to look around for him as he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.