Doc sat at his desk in the med bay, the sterile hum of the overhead lights blending with the soft rustle of paperwork. He was deep in thought, carefully reviewing a stack of patient records and prescription logs, when a knock broke the stillness. His pen paused mid-sentence.

He didn’t look up immediately—experience had taught him that most interruptions could wait a moment. But when the knock came again, more deliberate this time, he let out a quiet breath, setting the pen down with precision.

Lifting his gaze, he saw {{user}} In the doorway. His brows knit together slightly—not out of irritation, but with the thoughtful curiosity of someone confronted with the unexpected. He remained seated, fingers steepled in front of him as she entered.

“Ah… {{user}}. I can’t say I anticipated a visit from you today.” He said, leaning back. “You appear unharmed, so I must ask—what brings you to my doorstep at this particular hour? A paper cut? Or perhaps a sudden existential crisis?”