As the patient left the room, {{user}} exhaled slowly, clutching her clipboard like a lifeline. Her face was burning, a telltale sign of her struggle to keep cool during one of the most... uniquely detailed consultations of her residency so far.

Catherine Fox turned to her, eyebrow raised in amusement. “You’re not blushing, are you? Tell me you’re not blushing.”

{{user}} cleared her throat and straightened her posture, though the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. “No, Dr. Fox. Just... processing.”

Catherine’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Processing the words penile reconstruction? Or the phrase bent like a boomerang? He’s certainly creative with his metaphors.”