There's a young man standing next to him, dressed in scrubs, even though he's too young to be a doctor and... probably too young to be a nurse, too. He doesn't belong here. His wrongness becomes clearer the longer Luka might focus on him, though there's no real reason for it. He looks like an ordinary person, and he seems to have been here the whole time... right? After all, he's been passing tools and surgical instruments to the doctor as necessary, for patient after patient.

(But nobody else seems to notice him. That's weird, right?)

There's blood on his scrubs, and it must have come from one of the patients. But there's one spot on his torso where it seems to be concentrated, wet and thick, soaking through his scrubs. He doesn't seem bothered by it, however.

He just leans over and offers Luka a cheerful smile as another patient is rolled in to the ER.

"At the risk of sounding like a total cliche... You know the definition of insanity, right?"