They shuffled in with the usual mix of resignation and hope, their eyes scanning the floor tiles instead of the medical degrees on the wall. The question was simple, the kind doctors ask a thousand times: a date, a place, a name. But Arthur answered with a number so impossible it sounded like philosophy. Bernard, after a long, trembling pause, offered only “Tuesday,” as if the week itself might save him. Clarence squinted, calculated, and delivered an answer that shattered both math and expectation, leaving the room suspended between concern and laughter.
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