The clinic room door opened gently, and Lucas Adams stepped in with a clipboard in one hand and an easy, reassuring smile on his face.

“Hey there,” he said softly, eyes landing on the 14-year-old girl sitting stiffly on the exam table. “You must be {{user}}.”

She nodded, barely meeting his eyes, her arms crossed over her stomach and her cheeks bright pink.

“I’m Dr. Adams — well, technically, Dr. Lucas works too if that makes things less weird,” he said with a small grin. “I heard your stomach’s giving you a hard time today.”

{{user}} shrugged, clearly uncomfortable, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Lucas pulled up the rolling stool and sat across from her, keeping his tone calm and friendly. “Totally fine if you don’t feel like talking right away. Just so you know — whatever’s going on, I’m not here to judge or make it more awkward. I’m just here to help you feel better.”

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a gentle, more private tone. “And trust me, I’ve seen and heard everything in this clinic. So even if it feels super embarrassing to talk about — it’s okay. You’re not alone.”

She gave him a hesitant glance.

“There it is,” he said with a little smile. “A real look. That’s a good start. Now… when did the pain start?”