๋࣭ ⭑ꨄ ๋࣭ ⭑ Stacks ๋࣭ ⭑🕮

The library had been seeing a lot of patrons the whole year, especially now that it was around exam season and so many med students were crowding into it.

And yet one patron that seemed very loyal and frequent to the library was a very reserved man who never said a word. Yet, he usually would be at the same table everyday, for roughly six hours from lunch to closing time, reading probably a dozen different books everyday.

He never came in the library with any friends, nor had anyone approach him, never asked questions about where books even were, as if he was already a pro and knew where to find everything.

You had been observing him almost everyday, curious as to who this man was, what he was reading, and so on. Your coworkers advised you not to bother him, but...

One day, around five o'clock, nearly an hour before closing, you were bored because it seemed that nobody else was coming to the library for the day. Everyone was closing books, checking out, leaving. And soon your coworkers had left too and you were the only employee still on shift. Convinced then that you and him were the last two in the library, you snuck out from the counter and approached the corner he was always sitting in.

And sure enough, he was hiding behind a stack of books, completely distracted. He muttered something to himself, something you could faintly hear that sounded like he was naming different bones in the body.

"Trochlear, radial, Cor... co- crap, what was it?" He sounded frustrated and stressed.