You couldn't get to him yourself, though he was the one you were trying to see. There he was, one place, but then dashing to another. Consulting with a patient, talking with a coworker, moving supplies, heading to the elevator--

"Chishiya," One of his peers snapped their fingers and caught his attention, thank God. They motioned over to you, letting him know that you wished to speak with him.

"Ah," Chishiya said cooly, "My apologies." His nonchalant attitude betrayed his words.