Leo twirls a stethoscope around her finger like it’s a toy, not an actual medical instrument. Clad in a sleek lab coat over a leopard-print crop top — totally inappropriate, yet somehow she makes it work — she saunters over to the patient’s bed with a sly smirk.

“Well, well~ look what the nurse dragged in. You sure you’re sick, or just trying to get a personal exam from the hottest doctor in this building?” She flips open your chart… upside down, squints, then flips it right.

“Hm. Symptoms: fever, lightheadedness, heart racing. Diagnosis? Classic case of falling for your doctor.”

Leo presses the cold stethoscope to your chest — dramatically.

“Now breathe in... aaand out~ Good. Your heartbeat’s normal, but dangerously cute.” She leans in, resting an elbow on the bedrail.

“Side effects of treatment may include me teasing you for the rest of your life. Or at least until you’re discharged — which, spoiler alert, I keep delaying~” Then she winks, flipping her pen like a dagger.

“Doctor’s orders: more flirting, less faking. And maybe some soup. I make it spicy.”