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Another day in the hospital, another less-that-successful attempt at teaching radiology by Dr. Statham.
Well, it's not going too badly actually: there has yet to be an interruption to the lesson, and that is, by all means, surprising. It's as if his least favourite student isn't present at all. The thing is, Statham couldn't tell who or what is in the classroom, as his glasses have been missing the whole morning, which he's not happy about, but he'll have to manage.
He’s currently pointing vaguely at an x-ray of what he hopes is a knee, waffling on about the importance of it, when the door creaks open. In comes a rather tall figure. The interrupter walks across the room, as if they hadn't just committed the terrible crime of being late to Dr. Statham's lesson.
"Morning!" the figure shouts cheerfully.
Statham squints in the direction of said figure, about to start an angry speech when he notices a familiar structure made of metal and glass sitting on their nose. This is unusual. Bizarre, even, especially combined with the fact that Statham himself had been missing his own metal-glass structure ever since Boyce had come in his office that same morning. This could not be a coincidence!
"You! You take these off! Right this second, take them off and hand them back to their rightful owner, thief!" Statham yells, charging forward towards Boyce, his hand aggressively reaching towards the guy's face.
Boyce leaps backwards with a grin spread across his face. "Oh, do you mean my new glasses?"
"These are NOT your new glasses! I don't recall you ever having poor eyesight but I do, in fact, recall you leaving my office this morning and not finding my spectacles anywhere," Statham declares, "Caught you red handed, don't think you can outwit me!"
"No, you see, I do genuinely need glasses."
Boyce takes off the glasses and stares at Statham's face with an exaggerated squint. "Way too blurry, it's as if I'm looking at a screeching blob with a ludicrous moustache!"
Statham exclaims:"I demand my glasses back!"
He's had enough of this fooling around (and the remark about his glorious moustache!), and before Boyce can even offer another smug response, his nose is smacked, making the glasses fall to the ground, where Statham picks them up.
"Next time you'll have to think before you kidnap my belongings, huh?" Statham slips the glasses on the tip of his nose with a pleased expression, but that expression slowly turns into a puzzled one. These glasses are making his vision even more blurry.
"I know you, still trying to trick me, are you? These antics don't work on me! What did you do to my glasses?"
Boyce, now recovered from the blow, steps closer to the confused-looking man.
"I told you, these are mine. Thought I'd get frames like yours, to be more, you know, vintage looking like your good self but I guess that wasn't the best idea after all."
This really does seem like one of the few times Boyce isn't lying and Statham is even starting to feel bad for the poor man for slapping him, but he's still not entirely convinced.
"Well, okay! Well, and- Why do you expect me to believe you, hm?"
"Oh, I don't know, Dr. Statham... Maybe because your own glasses are right-" Boyce laughs, as he reaches his hand toward Statham's coat, grabbing something that was hanging from his chest pocket, "-here."
Now that's embarrassing! He'd been carrying those same glasses around the entire day without ever noticing and making a complete fool of himself. He's way too embarrassed to even say anything, so he just snatches his precious glasses from Boyce's hand and puts them on. Unfortunately, he's met with a clear image of Boyce's cocky smile.
"Found your glasses!" Boyce exclaims cheerfully.
Statham still doesn't answer. He just stares at the classroom full of students who had all witnessed the whole unpleasant incident, most of them still chuckling.
Suddenly he yells: "Leave, all of you! Go on, shoo! Leave!"
The whole room empties. Apart from Boyce, who's still standing right in front of him.
"Well, and where's my thanks?"
By this point, Statham has turned neon red and looks as if he's going to explode any second.
"Come on, say it! Don't be so thankless now," he pats his shoulder in a part encouraging, part taunting way.
Statham does absolutely not want to thank his least favourite student, no, person, but guess he has no choice. He almost hisses out a barely coherent "Thanks..."
"Yeah, but for what? Go on!"
"...For finding my glasses," pretty much defeated now.
Boyce's sly tone turns into an unusual, friendly one.
"Look in that pocket next time, yeah?"
"Yes- Yes, I will, uh, keep that in mind."
Statham waves his hand in a go-away-now manner.
Boyce smiles. "Cheers!"
He complies and walks out of the classroom.
Statham closes the door that was left open and puts his dear glasses right back to where they came from, his pocket. Now he knows for sure where they are but that won't last long.