This was what he hated most about the duality of his little problem. He hated that Thor was needed desperately but that he was just as needed when it came to his medical expertise. Granted, he was no Dr. Sweets and there were other doctors but it seemed most residents knew him and asked for him, or perhaps the other doctors were busy... he didn't know. Regardless, he felt pulled in two directions but he made an effort to be there as it seemed like an emergency.
He knocked on the door and shifted his medical bag over one shoulder while leaning on his cane. He waited a beat then knocked again.