“Hm,” he says, flipping through your chart with a familiar smirk. “That’s your third visit this month. What is it this time.. dizzy spells? Chest tightness? Or let me guess… ‘general weakness when I’m not near Dr. Sturniolo’?”

He closes the file, stepping closer with that annoyingly charming concern. “You know I’ll take care of you, right?”

His tone drops just a bit. “But you gotta tell me the truth eventually, sweetheart… What are we really treating here?”