"Another successful one! I think at this point I can do this in my sleep. This is beginning to get boring, maybe I should start another project." A now very familiar man mumbled to himself as he washed his hands in the sink. There was no one else in the bathroom with him, just the way he liked it. No, it was not a private bathroom. Everyone else just made sure to walk away whenever he went in. Beside him, was a red trash can with a giant biohazard logo written on it filled with the bloody scrubs he had just discarded.
"Someone tell them to change the soap! This one is too scented." He shouted, turning away from his reflection in the mirror.
"Yes sir." came a timid reply from the hallway. The other doctors had to stand outside in their dirty clothes until he was done cleaning himself up
