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Medical Center. Dr. Dixon's Office.
Knock knock.
"Dr. Dixon, sorry to barge in!" Adam said with a grin as he stepped inside, facing Dr. Dixon's wandering gaze. "It's your first Christmas at the medical center, so on behalf of the hospital, I've got a little gift for you. Hope you like it!"
"A gift?" Dr. Dixon shot him a surprised glance.
"Bring it in!" Adam called out, seeing she didn't object. He waved at Lisa's assistant, who hauled in a massive, wrapped present.
"What's this?" Dr. Dixon asked, eyeing it curiously. As long as she wasn't locking eyes with someone, her focus was sharp.
"You can open it and find out," Adam said, knowing she hated being stared at. He gestured for the assistant to leave and smiled at her.
Dr. Dixon gave him a quick look, nodded, and pulled a scalpel from her white coat. She slid it out of its custom sheath and approached the gift, slicing through the wrapping with expert precision. The paper didn't stand a chance against her razor-sharp blade.
"…" Adam watched, half-laughing, half-cringing.
Carrying a scalpel everywhere? Was she channeling some secret agent doctor vibe? Don't underestimate us docs—we wield knives for a living too! And hers was basically a dragon-slaying blade! 😂
"A hug machine!" Dr. Dixon exclaimed. With her surgeon's finesse, she'd dissected the wrapping to reveal the gift and recognized it instantly.
"Yep!" Adam grinned. "A hug machine! Designed by a good friend of mine. His mom's suspected to have Asperger's and happens to be a neurologist and parenting expert. She used him as her little guinea pig growing up. Since he couldn't get much motherly love, he built this thing when he was a kid…"
"His mom's Dr. Beverly Hofstadter, right?" Dr. Dixon cut in.
"Uh…" Adam blinked, then chuckled. "Dr. Dixon, you know Dr. Beverly Hofstadter?"
"Yeah," Dr. Dixon said, staring at the hug machine. "I've heard of her. I even read her book The Disappointing Child. So your friend's Leonard Leakey Hofstadter, huh?"
"Exactly," Adam said, holding back a laugh. "That book's pretty famous, isn't it?"
"The friend you said was like me—is that her?" Dr. Dixon glanced at him.
"Nope," Adam shook his head. "I was talking about another friend—Dr. Sheldon Cooper."
Dr. Dixon didn't react—she clearly hadn't heard of Sheldon. Adam nearly burst out laughing. If Sheldon knew his fame didn't stack up to Leonard's (who was still just nearing college graduation while Sheldon was close to his second PhD), he'd probably lose it. But it wasn't surprising. Sheldon was a physics genius, a star in the science world, but his name rarely crossed into medicine. Leonard, though? He'd broken out early, thanks to his mom. As a neurologist, Beverly bridged science and medicine—and she loved publishing. She'd even written papers with her husband about their bedroom life, from their respective professional angles. Posted online, published by Princeton University Press, and turned into PPTs for lecture tours—her fame was unstoppable. Her oddball behavior had earned her an unofficial Asperger's label in the industry, so it made sense Dr. Dixon knew of her.
"It's been thoroughly cleaned—you can give it a try," Adam said. "Leonard designed it as a kid, but once it was built, his dad kept borrowing it. They optimized it later to fit adults. Dr. Alfred Hofstadter's build is pretty close to yours, so it should work great."
Dr. Dixon pressed the "Hug" button. The machine's arms wrapped around her in a gentle embrace.
"You can adjust the pressure," Adam explained. "Try it out and lock in whatever feels right for you."
She hit the "Pat Back" button next. The machine's hands started tapping lightly.
Dr. Dixon stared, fascinated, then pressed "Sing." A soft female voice flowed out, crooning a lullaby:
"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur…"
"Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr~"
"That's Sheldon's favorite lullaby, Soft Kitty," Adam said with a smile. "It's great for sleep or calming down after a scare. I had it recorded, but if you don't like it, we can swap in your favorite song."
"I love it," Dr. Dixon said, shaking her head. "It's like a mother whispering in my ear—so soothing for my sympathetic nervous system."
"Glad you like it!" Adam gave a knowing grin. Nailed it.
"Your friend Leonard designed this as a kid?" Dr. Dixon asked. After testing a few buttons, she got the hang of it. She let the machine hug her, pat her back, and sing, closing her eyes as a wave of comfort washed over her. "He's a genius! Not the screw-up from The Disappointing Child at all!"
"He really is," Adam nodded, smiling. "His mom's just super strict. Plus, his siblings are overachievers, so that doesn't help."
"Thanks," Dr. Dixon said, her expression as flat as ever.
"No problem," Adam replied, sensing her quiet joy and feeling pleased.
Next year, he'd likely step up as chief resident—rallying top doctors, managing residents, and running the hospital would be his gig. Seeing Dr. Dixon so into the hug machine just proved his point: Leonard was practically tailor-made to be Sheldon's best buddy. Even if they hadn't met yet, their stand-ins clicked perfectly.
Gift delivered, Adam swung by the ER, breezed through his daily "save lives, extend life" goal, and clocked out early. He had a date with Peggy at the Hofstadter family's Christmas Night.
Nightfall.
DING DONG.
The Hofstadter doorbell chimed.
"Coming, coming, I've got it!" Leonard's voice echoed through the villa.
The door swung open. Adam and Peggy stood outside in casual gear. Across from them was Leonard, grinning ear to ear. A few steps behind, Alfred watched with a warm smile. In the living room, a mother-daughter duo cast cold glances their way. And on the stairs stood a short young guy—first eyeing Peggy, then glaring at Adam with pure hostility.
(End of Chapter)