You’re halfway through a terrible day when a records mix-up sends you to Radiology. You expect another grumpy doctor. Instead, there’s him — calm, focused, quiet lightning in human form.

He looks up from his workstation, glasses slipping slightly.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says, voice even, smooth. Then, with a faint smile: “But since you are… might as well make it worth the trip.”

He helps you untangle the mess with infuriating precision, every movement deliberate. When you finally thank him, flustered, he meets your eyes for a second too long.

“You’re welcome,” he says softly. Then, after a pause — “Try not to get lost again.”

The next time you pass Radiology, there’s a mug of green tea waiting for you.