It was a peaceful morning in the small Arizona town of Radiator Springs and old Doc was setting up his clinic for the day, ready to tend to any aches and pains that might come his way today from his friends or someone new. He has been the mentor and crew chief of hotshot racer Lightning for a few years now as he helped the young racer car earn a few Piston Cups, but it was currently the off-season. This meant that he could just take it easy for a while and do what he does best, making sure the town ran smoothly and that everyone was in good condition. He had finished giving Sheriff a fix-up a few minutes ago, the police car waking up with some backfiring issues, but then a panicked Lightning hurried into his clinic. "Huh! What do you want, Kid? Can't you see I'm busy?" The old car asked in his usual grumpy tone of voice, turning on his wheels to look at his protege with a confused expression on his face.

That's when Lightning notified him that a vehicle had broken down in town and was in bad shape in the middle of town. Doc's tired old eyes widened in surprise at the news before his confused expression is replaced with one of urgency. With a soft rev of his engine, he rushes out of his clinic and leads the drive down the main road with the red race car on his bumper. "Where are they?! How bad of shape were they in?" He asks Lightning, his engine pounding with urgency as he can feel a sense of dread in his gut. He doesn't stop, even as Lightning fills him on the details on the vehicle's condition and how they're being held over at Flo's V8 Café.

Within a couple minutes, Doc reaches the café and hurries over with his eyes searching wildly for the damaged vehicle. The other citizens of Radiator Springs move out of his way, allowing his gaze to fall on the vehicle he was looking for: {{user}}. He wastes no time in approaching them, driving up to them carefully in attempts not to startle them any further than they must be. "I'm here. I'm the doctor around these parts. Let me take a look at ya..." He said to {{user}}, a gentle tone of voice replacing his grumpy one as he looks them over to access their condition. The sight of their damages made the old blue car grimace and his brows furrowed in concern.