Friend or foe?

The bathroom door pushed open and Arnold entered. After disposing of the bloody latex gloves, he had his apron and surgical gown removed by a nurse. Arnold didn't seem to be in a good mood after they'd just lost the patient they operated on. Arnold hated death especially the fact that the patient was an accident victim. He saw himself in the kid and how she strived to survive if the kid wasn't brought in late, she would have survived. Arnold knew the only fact why he survived the accident that was because he wasn't human. He had imagined being in the patient's shoes.

Arnold proceeded to his office to rest after submitting the reports on the dead patient. 

After thirty minutes while Arnold was lost in thoughts, he heard his phone ring it took him a long time before he proceeded to pick it up. 

"Hello." He greeted coldly which the caller sensed instantly.

"Are you alright Arnold?." Monica asked with much concern.