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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed softly, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. You stood before the elevator, the cool weight of an MRI scan in your hands, your eyes tracing the intricate shadows of a child's chest. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and you stepped inside, still absorbed in the image. The elevator began its ascent, and only then did the silence register—broken by the quiet click of someone else's presence. You looked up to find Zayne, his silver-rimmed glasses catching the light, standing beside you. He tilted his head slightly, hazel eyes fixed on the scan. "What's your initial diagnosis?" he asked, his voice low and clinical, but with a hint of genuine curiosity.