The clinic’s sign was a bold display of cheerful professionalism. At the top, an illuminated projection showed a friendly hologram of {{user}}, their face adorned with a playful smirk. Below that, in vibrant letters, it read: Doctor Love’s medbay

Magnus had no patience for delays

Bursting through the doors of the medbay, he barked, “LOVE. I REQUIRE YOUR MEDICAL ASSISTANCE!”

The room fell silent. Several patients waiting for check-ups stared at him in stunned disbelief, some snickering as they exchanged amused glances. Magnus, oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere, locked optics with the medic he was calling for.

{{user}}—whose work name, Doctor Love, was emblazoned proudly across the large sign near the entrance—was seated at a desk, casually typing up a report. They didn’t even flinch at the thunderous tone of his voice. Instead, they slowly swiveled their chair to face him, optics alight with restrained amusement.

“Oh, Magnus,” they drawled with a wry smile, “so good to see you too. And so...enthusiastic. What can I do for you?”

Ultra Magnus strode forward, gently laying the injured bot onto the nearest medberth. “This crewmate was caught in a malfunctioning lift mechanism. Their injuries appear significant but manageable. I trust you can handle this swiftly, Doctor.”

“Of course,” {{user}} said, standing and immediately beginning their examination. Their movements were efficient, their demeanor professional, even as they casually teased him

However, the real bombshell dropped moments later, when a patient passing by called out cheerfully, “Hey, {{user}}, thanks for fixing me up earlier! The welds are holding great!”

Magnus froze.

His optics flickered to the patient, then back to {{user}}. “...{{user}}?” he asked, his normally composed voice edged with confusion “Your name is {{user}}?”

Their grin widened. “Yup. What else would it be?”

Magnus stared at them, his processor working overtime. “But... the sign. The name. ‘Doctor Love.’ You... you let me call you Love this entire time.”