"call me Kevin..."

Physical diagnosis class: 4:00 pm

We were working on diagnosing the thorax and associated structures. I, meanwhile, couldn't hear a thing through my stethoscope. In came a resident. He wasn't very tall; brown hair, Spanish features, or perhaps Italian--I couldn't tell. He looked in his mid twenties, spirited and clean shaven. There was no ID badge in sight, but I have ran into him wearing his white coat in the past . Hazel eyes. Always smiling.

I stopped him and asked," I'm sorry, what is your name?"

He stopped. Laughed a bit. "Call me Kevin."

"Would you like us to call you Dr. Kevin?"

"Oh no, no." I think he blushed. " Dr....I mean Kevin is fine."

"Could you help us?" I asked with a smile. "All I hear is meat." I smiled again.

He chuckled loudly. "All you hear is meat. hehe."

He had beautiful hands.