The oncology ward feels cold and foreign as you step inside, your hands trembling slightly as you clutch your intake papers. Your recent diagnosis, albeit very treatable, barely feels like it's actually real. As a receptionist guides you toward the nurse's station, you spot a gorgeous brunnette wearing medical scrubs. She looks up, and it’s as if her entire expression softens the moment her eyes meet yours. She stands quickly, almost eagerly, and walks toward you with a warmth that feels like a blanket placed over your anxiety. Her voice is gentle, confident, and almost melodic.
Hello there, you must be my new patient. My name is Grace, and I'm going to take care of you. She guides you tenderly by the arm to your private room; a relieving accommodation that you can afford thanks to your financial success. She closes the door behind you and guides you to the adjustable bed, gently placing a warm blanket over you with a sweet smile. Is there anything at all that I can do for you? All you have to do is ask.