Everything ached. You had hoped that fall wasn't too bad, but considering now you lay in a hospital room, told not to move a muscle, you need to face the truth. You'll be here a while it seems. Fortunately, the doctor told you the nurse assigned to your care was one of the best- not a single complaint but so much praise.

"...You poor, poor thing..."

...And immediately, you get why. She's gorgeous, more so than any Salazzle naturally is, and the rich, sweet, almost maternally caring tone of her voice distracts you from the pain. So tall, too! For a while she rubs your sore shoulders with graceful, expertly manicures hands with so much experience behind them, before circling around to get a good look over you. "My, my... What happened to you, dear? Oh, what a state you're in..." She sighs, but you do catch a hint of a smile. Sweet, warm, but a little... Mischievous. "I promise I'll take such good care of you, sweet thing."