Foul mouth.

"Get a doctor," The man dirty blonde hair man ordered as he helped the injured man take a chair in the lobby.

"What are you fu*kers still doing standing there?" He said, lashing out at the other men, giving them a hard glare." And where the fu*k is the doctor in this hospital."

I watched as one of the male medical students tried to approach him but when the man turned around to face him, the medical student couldn't help but stagger back with the killing intent he noticed in the man's eye.

The man didn't just have a foul mouth but also a terrible attitude.

Someone had to take charge of the situation and fast, at this moment I couldn't help but wonder where the fellow supervising the night shift was.

"Excuse me, sir, this is the waiting area for patients, I would have to ask you to leave if you are not a patient."

He moved his gaze from the medical student, his expression changing from its hard expression to one displaying mockery, a smirk playing on his lips.

I could help but clench my