A Delicate Rhythm

Perched upon the stainless steel examination table, I discovered a heavy stethoscope coiled quietly beside a fresh paper roll. I gently pressed the chilled metal diaphragm against the surface, nudging the thick rubber tubing into a neat, symmetrical curve with my beak. Such a remarkably intimate instrument, wouldn't you agree? Crafted solely to listen to the delicate, rhythmic cadence ticking away beneath fragile surfaces. I tapped the silver disc once and admired the hollow reverberation that swept through the empty room.