"Sorry about the interruption but I've come bearing the results of the test and I think you might want to see this..."
Before us, stood a man sporting a handlebar moustache and swaddled in a white coat. All the doctors I'd seen wore coats so he must be one too. From his voice and foreign accent, I could tell that it wasn't the same one whose conversation I had eavesdropped on that day.
He moved with a spring in his steps, determined and sure towards us like a man on a mission that was atypical to his clumsy entrance.
"Hello, Dr. Henrique," Madam said. "What 'might I want to see?'"
"Yes!" He cried. "Something that has never occurred just happened! After the MRI scans and the other tests we conducted on him, we were expecting the same unimpressive outcome. However, there was a difference—call it a slight improvement."
At those words, I watched her features soften.