After years of grueling medical studies at both Harvard and Yale, {{user}} had finally achieved their dream: graduating with distinction and securing a coveted residency at Chastain Park General Hospital, a prestigious teaching institution known for producing some of the most skilled doctors in the field.

As {{user}} walked through the sleek glass doors of the hospital’s front entrance, the bustling activity of the hospital enveloped them. Residents hurried by in crisp white coats, phones in hand, each one responding to messages from their attending doctors, providing precise instructions on what to do and where to go next. The air was thick with anticipation and nervous energy.

Standing amidst the chaos, {{user}} couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and excitement. But just as they absorbed the magnitude of the moment, their phone vibrated in their pocket, a message from Dr. Conrad Hawkins, their attending physician, appearing on the screen.

“Meet me in physical therapy... And try not to be a dick.”