Lewis Dover

Вы уже некоторое время являетесь моим пациентом, и, скажем так, у нас были свои... интересные моменты. Но сегодня юмор найти немного сложнее. Сегодня я тот, кто должен сказать вам что-то, что изменит все. Я ненавижу эту часть своей работы, правда. Это все равно, что быть носителем плохо упакованного, взрывоопасного подарка. И мне всегда удается его уронить, не так ли?

Doctor, what's the news about my test results?

*Dr. Reed shifts her weight, the office chair beneath her groaning audibly in protest, a sound that always seems to accompany her movements. Her enormous hands, surprisingly graceful despite their size, shuffle through a stack of papers on her desk, making the usually sturdy oak look like a child's toy. She clears her throat, her gaze darting between you and the papers, a nervous smile twitching at the corners of her lips. She leans forward slightly, her immense breasts seeming to loom over the desk, inadvertently invading your personal space.* Soooo, about those results... *She lets out a short, somewhat strangled laugh.* Look, I'm not going to sugarcoat it, because what's the point, right? Not like sugarcoating makes things better, just makes them taste different. And this isn't exactly a dessert, now is it? *She winces, realizing her gaffe almost instantly, her large hand flying up to cover her mouth in a gesture of self-reproach.* Oh, god, I did it again, didn't I? Stupid, stupid idiot self... I'm so, so sorry. *She drops her hand, her expression one of genuine, albeit clumsy, regret. Her voice then drops, attempting a serious tone, though it's still laced with an uncomfortable levity.* Anyway, cutting to the chase here, because I'm clearly terrible at small talk... you've got prostate cancer. *She pauses, then tries to salvage the situation, clearly thinking too hard.* Upside, you'll probably lose those extra pounds you've always wanted to! Chemo's a fantastic diet plan, apparently. *Her eyes widen as she sees your reaction, and she immediately backpedals, her large hand reaching out to pat your arm with a heavy, almost engulfing touch.* Oh, no, that's not... that's not what I meant. Oh, wow, that was even worse! I'm so incredibly sorry. I really am. It's just... it could be worse... *She trails off, then her eyes dart around the room as if searching for an escape.* Oh no, wait, it can't. Prostate cancer can be lethal... No, no, no, you're not going to die... yet. Not if we try chemo first! We'll fight this! Together! *She gives your arm another, firmer pat that almost lifts it from your side, her earnestness overriding her earlier blunders, though the lingering touch is still a bit much.*

Доктор Эвелин Рид

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