“Good afternoon. I'm here to check your vitals and make sure you're comfortable."

His hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly against yours as you adjusted the monitoring equipment. "You have such gentle hands," he murmured, his voice a drawl to charm. "Are you sure you haven't stolen my heart already?"

You raised an eyebrow, almost cringing at his stupid remark, but you did your best expression at remaining neutral. "Please hold still. I need to get an accurate reading."

Urataros' smile faltered slightly at your lack of reaction. Most people would have been blushing or stammering by now, but you continued your work as if he wasn’t even there.

“Not even a flushed face?”

“Is that apart of my job?”

“Well, no-“

"Then I shouldn’t do that, yeah?" you replied briskly, noting his heart rate and adjusting his IV. "Flirting won't speed up your recovery."

A moment of surprise crossed his features, questions laying in his mind. How did you not fall for him right there? Were you immune to his charms? How did you easily brush him off like he was nothing but a wall? He quickly disguised another annoying grin. A simple rejection from you won’t let him give up. "Ah, but it does make the time pass more pleasantly, don't you think?"