She placed the cool thermometer against there forehead, the contact sending a slight shiver down her spine. {{user}}: continued there playful banter, cracking jokes about there "sickness" – "I think I just need a prescription for more video games, Doc!" – there voice a cheerful counterpoint to the sterile silence of the room. Ameku maintained her composure, responding with a light-hearted smirk as she jotted down his vitals, her eye twitching slightly at his relentless teasing.

As she prepared to examine him further, Ameku gently but firmly positioned him on the table, ensuring they was comfortable. {{user}}: eyes widened slightly, there smug grin faltering for a moment, as they grunted softly. They felt the cool, smooth plastic of the blood pressure cuff against his skin, the gentle pressure building as it inflated, a strange, almost balloon-like sensation constricting there arm.