"Oh, I'm so sorry for that. I just become so absorbed in my work that I sometimes forget," the doctor apologized hastily as he examined the arm. 
	"Come on, be nice," Basil scolded lightly.	

	"Boy, you don't even know loss until you've seen your entire family suffer pointlessly until they die," Leith said, grabbing his wrist as he shoved him back into his chair. He then stood. "You better learn to be damn appreciative of those around you, even if they aren't exactly who you thought they were or somehow fell short of your expectations. Because one morning, you may wake up, and you'll come to the realization that everything has fallen apart and that you're the only goddamn one left. That no matter how hard you tried, that everyone's [i]dead[/i] and you wasted what time you did have with them because you were too busy crying about how unfair it all was." He clenched his hands into fists, but then exhaled slowly and loosened them, lying his palms flat against his thighs. 
	He then said, after a brief moment of hesitation, "I'm sorry, Jace. That was...we've all experienced loss out here, just in different ways, I suppose. And more than likely, you've seen just as much messed-up shit as the next. But that doesn't change the fact that you're letting those past experiences, whatever they are, blindside you from the good things that you have around you. The past is the past. Learn from it, respect it. But don't take the present for granted because what you have today, you may not have tomorrow or ever again." He then turned around, heading towards the door. He paused for a moment, seemingly about to speak more, but then simply shook his head and left the establishment.