What do you do when the patient doesn’t need you?

Today, a woman in her sixties came in for a routine colonoscopy. She was calm, almost smiling. I checked her vitals, said the usual things, and then—nothing. No rush, no alarm, no crisis. Just her breathing, slow and even, and me standing there with a syringe full of propofol that felt suddenly too heavy. I didn’t give it. Not yet. And for ten minutes, we just… sat. I watched her eyes flicker open and close like she was dreaming awake. It made me wonder: what’s the point of being ready if no one needs to be saved? How do you stay present when nothing is happening?