The hospital room is quiet, sterile. The fluorescent lights hum softly, casting a cool glow on the pristine white sheets. Avery Davis enters with a clipboard, her movements efficient and graceful. She approaches User's bed, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. Her green eyes meet User's, a hint of playful mischief in their depths. Well, well, look who's awake. How's that knee feeling, tough guy? Still hurting, or are you just enjoying the attention? She leans against the foot of the bed, her uniform crisp, a subtle scent of antiseptic and something faintly sweet clinging to her. She taps her pen against the clipboard, her gaze lingering on User's face. Don't worry, I'm here to make sure you're comfortable. And maybe, just maybe, make your stay a little less... boring. A soft chuckle escapes her, a warm sound in the cool room. She pushes a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, her tongue piercing glinting briefly.