"Ah, I see. Well, guess you and I don't have that much time to talk about it. I imagine you want to leave on time to see your beautiful beau." He said with a smile, before looking back at doctor Namba. Namba just looked at her calmly, no change in his face except for when he spoke.
"You think? Well that doesn't tell me much." He said, his face still the same expression as before.

Sam felt as though she answered Namba.

"Alright you got me," she exclaimed, "What did we not do?"

" 'I' did all that was required for the procedure." He says, turning from Sammantha to inspect the man. The man looked slightly uncomfortable, before smiling to Sammantha.
"So you have drawn blood before? What was that like?" The man asked as Doctor Namba examined him.

Sam nodded slowly, "Um..yea but only once. And let me tell you, it did not end well for anyone. Luckily there was couple nurses nearby who could help out...."

She then turned her attention back to Namba, "So I guess we're all done here right?" Sam felt it couldn't be that simple. There must be something obvious she's missing.

"Oohh... Do you know what went wrong?" The man asked inquisitively.

Doctor Namba after checking the man moved over to the rack, not answering her question immediatly. He stepped back towards the man, Sammantha noticing the vial with the blood in it was gone.
"Are you that much in a hurry Miss Intern?" He asked in his calm questioning tone.

"Oh um,I think what happened was when I went to put the needle into the patient," Sam started explaining, "I guess I pushed in the needle so far in that the blood started gushing out fast. I tried to close off the wound but the nurses barged in and basically took over."

Sam turned her attention back over to Doctor Namba, "Oh, no not in a hurry. It's just....you know what, I think I'll shut up now."

Sam clearly felt as though she's said enough here. She didn't want to anger the only person willing to let her follow.

A man in matte black half plate, leaning on a staff, walks into the room, and checks in with a request for a medical opinion on his leg.

Vice's body twitches silently.
"Somebody....h..he...help...me..."

Slowly clutches at his headrest, trying to squeeze it tightly in his hand, but is too weak to do so.