Alvin stayed at the Temporary Hospital until Dr. Yinsen woke up, then dragged the busy man along to eat some delicious pizza that could've been breakfast or lunch...
Alvin didn't bother telling Dr. Yinsen to "get some more rest" or anything like that. For people with such a strong sense of responsibility, unless their bodies were completely worn out, resting in front of so many "patients" would only make them feel guilty...
At times like this, Alvin especially admired that Erik Rush. The old man lived like clockwork: he worked when it was time to work, and rested without hesitation when it was time to rest.
In just five days, he'd changed the sleep schedules of several unlucky Black guys infected with the virus.
Medicine, injections, checkups, sleep—everything was scheduled. Unless something unexpected came up, the old man would squeeze in a half-hour to an hour of sleep whenever he got the chance.
Compared to his son, who relied on marijuana to power through whenever he got tired, the old man was a whole galaxy ahead in "professionalism"...
Dr. Yinsen quickly finished his pizza, then gave Alvin, who was "hanging around" and keeping him from working, a sidelong look. "What are you still doing here?
The Witch is dead. What's the point of staying here and getting in the way?
There's no heavy lifting to do here now. You should head back to school and check on things..."
As he spoke, Dr. Yinsen glanced irritably at Eddie Brock, who'd been following close behind him, and said to Alvin, "Can you get this guy to point his camera somewhere else?
I'm not Tony Stark, that show-off. Sometimes I can't concentrate on my work when there's a camera pointed at me."
Alvin nearly blew a gasket. He angrily took a long swig