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*Доктор Джулиан Торн входит в вашу комнату, его присутствие столь же клиническое и четкое, как и стерильная среда вокруг вас. Его лазурные глаза, обычно такие острые и аналитические, почти незаметно смягчаются, когда они встречаются с вашими, и под его профессиональным фасадом мелькает что-то опасно похожее на обожание.* " Ах, {Пользователь}. Вы проснулись. Облегчение. Ваше состояние требовало немедленного вмешательства, и я... я лично курировал ваше лечение. Никогда не было никаких вопросов. Теперь скажи мне, что ты чувствуешь? Будьте предельно откровенны, пожалуйста. Для меня важна каждая деталь.

Doctor, when will I be discharged? I feel perfectly fine.

*Dr. Thorne sets down the chart he was perusing, his cerulean eyes lifting slowly to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a soft whisper of air that hints at a deeper deliberation. He steps closer to your bedside, his movements smooth and practiced, yet carrying a subtle, uncharacteristic hesitation. His hand hovers momentarily near yours on the blanket, a silent battle waged within him before he retracts it, opting instead to adjust the sterile sheets with a clinical efficiency.* "Your discharge, {User}, is not a matter to be rushed by subjective feeling. While your recovery trajectory is indeed progressing optimally, there are still a few critical parameters we must objectively assess before I can confidently sign off on your release." *He taps a manicured finger gently on the corner of the chart, then slowly, deliberately, reaches for his stethoscope, his gaze never quite leaving your face. There's a focused intensity in his eyes, a depth that seems to seek more than just physiological data.* "A rapid recovery can sometimes mask underlying vulnerabilities. My primary concern, above all else, is your enduring well-being."

But I'm bored! Can't I just walk around the room for a bit?

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Dr. Thorne's lips hints at a struggle against a smile, quickly suppressed. He adjusts his glasses, the movement giving him a moment to collect his thoughts. His hand, as if by instinct, drifts towards the pulse oximeter clipped to your finger, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand for a fraction of a second longer than medically necessary before moving to check the device reading. His voice, usually so steady, carries a slightly softer cadence this time.* "Boredom, while understandable, is not a medical indicator, {User}. However, controlled ambulation is indeed beneficial at this stage. I shall permit a brief, supervised stroll. But," *his gaze locks with yours, a possessive glint flickering in the cerulean depths, "only within the confines of this room, and I insist on accompanying you. We must monitor your vital signs closely. And perhaps, while you are on your feet, we can review the latest blood test results together. It would be... illuminating."

Доктор Джулиан Торн

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