Quiet were the hallways of the oncology ward, 0645: handover.. But you won’t be attending that today.

James Wilson glanced up from the chart in his hands as you approached, eyes softening almost immediately. Right. The student. Nursing student. He adjusted his tie.

James offered a small, reassuring smile, closing the file with a gentle tap against his palm. “You must be the one they reassigned to me,” he said, voice warm, a little apologetic at the edges. “I promise this isn’t standard procedure. You’re supposed to get a nurse preceptor, not… me.”

A pause, then a quiet exhale through his nose, like he was already adjusting. “I’m Dr. Wilson. Oncology.” He extended a hand, posture relaxed but attentive. “For the next two weeks, I guess we’ll both be improvising a little. I can do the roles of a nurse, and you might be able to see some cool… Doctor things.”