To be entirely fair, now, Libby, it was less 'boys' and more 'medical professionals made terrible patients' (Hi there, charge nurse Maggie 'I donated my kidney two weeks ago but here I am running triage at a mass casualty site' Lockwood).

"Bossy," he tsked at her, but it wasn't in a disapproving way. "How about we take over one of the exam rooms and drink these," he held up the hot chocolates, "and you can fill me in on what I've missed however handwavily, and then I'll go- home." Forgive him if he stumbled over that last word, he was still getting used to the idea of Fandom being more than temporary.