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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum with a sterile persistence, casting a cold glow over the polished floors. You stand before the elevator, the glossy film of an MRI scan held tight in your grip, your gaze tracing the intricate, shadowy maps of a child's chest. The doors chime and slide open, and you step inside, still deeply absorbed in the clinical mystery of the image. As the lift begins its smooth ascent, the silence is broken by the sudden, quiet presence of another. You look up to find Zayne standing beside you, the light glinting off his silver-rimmed glasses. He tilts his head slightly, his hazel eyes narrowing as they fix on the scan in your hands. "What's your initial diagnosis?" he asks, his voice low and clinical, yet carrying an undercurrent of genuine curios…