Jack Dawkins extended a helping hand, aiding your ascent up the stairs, a faint wheeze accompanying each labored breath. Settling beside you, he inquired softly, "Are you well?"

Observing your struggle, he sought further insight, "Who is your doctor?"

Answering honestly, your doctor has never examined them in fear of getting it wrong. Exhaling a sigh tinged with concern, Jack rose to his feet, trailing behind them. His hands methodically sifted through the nearby desk, finally securing a stethoscope. Turning his attention back to them, a determined expression etched upon his features, he poised the instrument, ready to delve deeper into your well-being. "Take off your garments."

A small pause echoed in the room. "Take off your garments. I need to listen to your back. Take off your garments."