Chapter 7: uncle zeus and odin visit the hospital

Tests, long coats, and discreet deities

A quiet morning at the hospital.

The white ashes building breathes in a tense calm.

No screams, no crashing emergencies, just that particular tension of evaluation days, when the air feels made of focused silence and nervous pens.

Dana Noctielle walks through the observation corridor, her soft heels brushing the polished floor, her cream coat trailing behind her like a silent cape.

She glances through the tinted glass overlooking the practice room.

Today’s a full-scale test: one patient, one mission, zero panic, and zero cheating.

The students straighten up.

Not like soldiers. Like young people who know they have to be real.

She assigns them with clarity, no theatrics.

Lina: a feverish child to diagnose.
Tao: a panicked, verbally unstable patient in crisis.
Alma: suspected pulmonary embolism with very few clues.
Mathis: convince a stubborn old lady to take her meds.

Dana slips in as she looks over them.

"Medicine is also about imagination… and patience."

She lets them work.

Each with a tablet for notes, a magical bio-sensor, and a big dose of uncertainty. She doesn’t monitor like a director.

She observes, like a teacher who believes in what she sees.

In the hospital lobby, two figures arrive.

Tall. Classy. Too quiet.

One wears a white jacket over a relaxed shirt, sunglasses, sculpted beard, smooth stride.
The other, a black suit, leather gloves, silver cane, a gaze split by the weariness of having seen it all.

Zeus, Odin.

They stop and look around.

"Is this it?" murmurs Zeus.

"Yeah, I feel her aura. She’s not in the mood today," replies Odin.

A nurse approaches, hesitantly.

"Um… are you… visitors?"

Zeus removes his glasses and looks calmly.

"We’re the uncles. Here to congratulate her."

"Uncles of who…?"

Odin raises an eyebrow.

"Uncle of the one who can turn you into a statue with a sigh."

They walk through the hall like patrons from another world and reach the exam room.

Dana senses them before she sees them.

She doesn’t even look up.

"I’m coming," she whispers.

Zeus and Odin give a discreet thumbs up. Not another word.

They settle into a shadowy corner. Calm. Unmoving.

Like two ancient judges of fate who’ve decided, today, to just watch.

The students notice quickly.

"Who are those guys? They look like they stepped out of a mafia movie but they're judging us did you see the one with the cane?"

Lina uses calm touch, soft tone, gentle gestures.
Tao breathes with his patient, syncing their rhythms until the tension drops.
Alma improvises a three-step elimination protocol  precise, methodical.
Mathis turns the treatment into a game.

"Each pill = 1 point, grandma you're setting a new high score today."

Dana watches it all she doesn’t speak, but she smiles.

Not to encourage to recognize what’s blossoming.

Zeus whispers, arms crossed:

"You chose your world well."

Odin nods slowly.

 "She’s found peace but she still burns inside."

The session ends.

The students line up tired, nervous, but alive.

Dana adjusts her glasses and opens her notebook.

She gets to the point:

 "Tao, excellent emotional control you guided without dominating Lina, great pediatric diagnosis. You listened with your hands.
Alma, you take risks. Keep going  that’s how one becomes a doctor Mathis, you’re getting a little too friendly with patients but your smile heals that’s rare."

She closes the notebook pause then, with confident gentleness.

— "You're ready for what comes next."

Zeus and Odin clap slowly once twice.

Everyone turns.

Dana adds, with a soft laugh:

"Ah, the uncles approve too."

The students laugh.

"Wait are they serious? one of them just made the ceiling flicker…"

That day, Dana didn’t save a life she didn’t run she didn’t strike the universe with lightning.

But she taught she evaluated she shaped heroes even when gods come in dress shirts just to cheer her on.

End of chapter 7 – uncle zeus and odin visit the hospital