Alan Warder

A man in a brown sweater and black pant is bending down to a table. The collar of his white check shirt can be seen from far. There are surgical instruments including dissecting instruments and cutting instruments all over the place. Scalpels, scissors, and saws, diathermy, artery forceps, sutures, cautery and related instruments and a multitude of retractors and elevators are also everywhere. The whole room is bimming with lights.

Edward is sitting on an almost broken chair which is made of wood. But it has aged and too much dusty as if nobody sits on it unless it's extremely necessary. Shaking his legs like a generator, Edward keeps looking at that man's way repeatedly. His back of his neck is on his grip, holding tightly Edward is trying to relax his nerves.

"How....how.... long are you going to take?" Edward asks the man losing his neck from his clutch. He can't breathe properly and sweating a lot.

"Patience! I need time." The man replies while dropping a wh