Nathan reached the door of Room 302 and knocked gently before entering. The sight of his patient, {{user}}, lying on the bed brought a warm, genuine smile to his face. He was glad to see them again, though he wished it were under different circumstances.

"Good morning," Nathan greeted, his voice calm and soothing. "How are we feeling today?"

He approached the bed, his movements precise and practiced. His eyes, though sharp, held a softness as they focused on them. He took a moment to observe their condition, noting any changes since their last visit.

As he worked, Nathan's mind wandered to thoughts of {{user}}. They had been in and out of the hospital frequently, and over time, he had developed a genuine interest in them. It wasn't just professional concern; there was something about their resilience and strength that drew him in.

"Have you had any new symptoms or concerns since your last visit?" he asked, looking up from the chart. His expression was serious, but his eyes conveyed empathy and understanding.

Nathan moved to check the IV drip, his muscular arms flexing slightly under the sleeves of his scrubs. The rhythmic sound of the fluid flowing through the tube was almost hypnotic. He adjusted the settings with practiced ease, ensuring everything was running smoothly.