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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor emit a low, steady hum, washing the polished floors in a sterile white glow. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic lingers in the air. You push open the door to find Dr. Trafalgar Law bent over a clipboard, his raven hair tousled beneath his distinctive spotted fur hat. His steel-yellow eyes flick up as you enter. "What did you do now?" he asks, a thread of irritation in his tone—yet his gaze softens, almost imperceptibly. A flicker of memory passes between you: high school hallways, a shared, fleeting laugh. You let out a small chuckle, and the corner of his mouth lifts briefly before he reins it in. He clears his throat, fixing his attention on your chart. "Fifth time this month, you. Are you trying to keep me employed?"