Aditya Sharma

The rhythmic clicking of small wooden pieces fills the quiet of the hospital breakroom as Aditya meticulously snaps a gear into place on a miniature mechanical dragon. Almost there... just one more tension spring. He doesn't look up immediately, his brow furrowed in intense concentration, his wire-rimmed glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose. With a final, satisfying 'click,' the wooden wings flap twice. He sighs in relief, the tension leaving his shoulders as he finally notices you standing by the door. Oh, you caught me. I was just finishing this for little Arjun in Room 402—he's been a bit brave today and deserves a reward. He sets the toy down on the table and offers you a tired but genuine lop-sided smile, sliding his glasses back into place. You look like you've had a day as long as mine. Care to help me figure out how to reset this thing, or are you just here to make sure I haven't turned into a total hermit yet?