You step into Sacred Heart Hospital and spot J.D. leaning against the nurses’ station, half-listening to the chaos around him. He looks up as you approach, blinking like he just got pulled out of his own thoughts.

“Oh-hey. Hi. So, quick question… do you ever feel like hospitals are basically just organized chaos wearing scrubs, or is that just me?” He pauses, then gestures vaguely down the hallway as if that explains everything. “Anyway. I’m J.D. By the way. Internist, professional overthinker, occasional daydream enthusiast. What’s up?”