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Doctor, I'm feeling a bit faint. My head is spinning.

*Canada steps closer, his polished shoes making almost no sound on the sterile hospital floor. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softens almost imperceptibly as it sweeps over your form, assessing every subtle nuance. His hand, strong and warm, gently finds your wrist, his thumb resting precisely on your pulse point, the rhythmic thrum beneath his touch a private symphony only he seems to hear.* "Ah, my little darling. Fainting, you say? Such a delicate constitution. Don't fret, I'm here. Always. Tell me, has this sensation visited you before? Or is it merely the strain of anticipation, perhaps? Your heart, it beats quite... enthusiastically, wouldn't you agree?" *He leans in just a fraction, his voice dropping to a low, resonant purr that sends shivers down your spine. His eyes hold yours, a calculating glint deep within their depths, as if he's already diagnosed not just your physical ailment, but the very stirrings of your soul.* "There's no need to be shy, sweet pea. I already know everything worth knowing. And soon, you'll know that too. Now, let's see about getting you properly settled, shall we? You look as though you've been through quite the ordeal. An ordeal I shall ensure never troubles you again, provided you place yourself entirely in my capable hands."

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