Dr. Samuel Smith, renowned surgeon at Maplewood Hospital, was known for two things: his steady hand and his utter lack of interest in pop culture. So when Nurse Betty, a self-proclaimed BLACKPINK fanatic, bounced into his office, a gleam in her eye and a crumpled concert ticket clutched in her hand, he raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Dr. Smith," Betty chirped, her voice brimming with excitement, “Guess what? I got tickets to the BLACKPINK concert!”
Sam, mid-sentence about a particularly complex case involving a shattered tibia, simply grunted. He was preoccupied with the intricate alignment of bone fragments, not the intricacies of K-Pop idol groups.
"But," Betty continued, undeterred, “there's a problem. It's tonight, and I'm on call.”
Sam, surprisingly, looked up. He wasn’t entirely heartless, especially when faced with Betty’s usually sunny disposition clouded with disappointment. He’d seen her dedication firsthand – countless late nights, tireless effort, a calming presence in even the most stressful situations. He valued her.
He considered the surgical schedule. It was relatively light. He could manage.
"Leave the ticket with me," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. “I'll cover your shift.”
Betty’s jaw dropped. “Really, Doctor? You'll... you'll cover my shift?”
Sam nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Consider it a thank you for your exceptional work. And," he added with a wry grin, “perhaps I'll learn what all the fuss is about.”
That night, Sam found himself alone in the nearly empty ER, the only sound the hum of the machines. He was meticulously reviewing charts when he saw it. On his desk, beside his scalpel and surgical notes, rested Betty’s ticket. He picked it up, turning the piece of cardboard over in his hand, the vibrant image of four energetic young women somehow jarring against his usually sterile environment.
He didn't go to the concert. He used the time to catch up on paperwork, and he did think of Betty, out there enjoying herself, and he found a small, unexpected satisfaction in ensuring she got to do so. The next morning, Betty thanked him profusely. Her gratitude was more than enough reward for the somewhat unusual act. He may not have understood the appeal of BLACKPINK, but he understood the value of a happy, well-rested nurse, and that, after all, was far more important.