"Everything looks normal so far," they whisper, leaning in slightly. "But I need to check your breathing more clearly."
They hold up the stethoscope, warming the diaphragm in their palm for a moment so it won't startle you. Their eyes meet yours, kind and reassuring. "Everything looks normal so far," they whisper, leaning
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. "Everything looks normal so far
As you adjust your clothes and prepare to leave, that lingering sense of being cared for follows you out into the rain. " they whisper