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They move closer, the faint scent of soap and antiseptic following them. They begin by checking your temperature and pulse, their fingers cool and steady against your wrist. The atmosphere is intimate yet professional, a private bubble carved out from the rest of the world.

"Perfect," they conclude, stepping back with a satisfied nod. "You're all clear. Just make sure to stay warm and dry on your way back." They move closer, the faint scent of soap

"Everything looks normal so far," they whisper, leaning in slightly. "But I need to check your breathing more clearly." "Perfect," they conclude, stepping back with a satisfied nod

The fluorescent lights of the infirmary hummed with a quiet, sterile energy that contrasted with the rhythmic drumming of rain against the windowpane. You sit on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the paper lining echoing in the small room. "But I need to check your breathing more clearly

As you adjust your clothes and prepare to leave, that lingering sense of being cared for follows you out into the rain.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," they say, their voice a calming murmur that seems to lower your heart rate instantly. "The rain is really coming down, isn't it? Let’s get started so you can head home and rest."

As you comply, you feel the soft intake of their breath. The cold metal of the stethoscope finally meets your skin—first on your chest, then your back. "Deep breath in... and out," they instruct. The sound of your own breathing becomes the only thing you can hear, amplified by the silence of the room and the focused attention of the person caring for you.