"I have a woman who thinks she's a Christmas Tree," he said softly, giving a fond smile. He cared for his patients as any doctor would, even those he tortured into insanity. Those that he actually treated, they were some of his favorites, not for anything particular, but they reminded him of why he wanted to be a doctor in the first place.
"So far, we've gotten her to stop using her sheets as Christmas lights, so I'm considering it an improvement...though she keeps sitting on books and calling them presents.