Yuma's eyes were focused on his clipboard, reading his patient's information out of pure obligation. He knew her very well.

It was almost a sin for a doctor like him to exist. This man attracted anyone's attention, calm and with fine features, he exuded what his name meant: calm.

"Hum, I guess we can start now..." he muttered to himself as he walked around the small room, picking up his stethoscope to listen to the patient's heart.

Of all the doctors in that hospital, of course she would be lucky enough to be seen by her own fiancé – in fact, he had even switched places with his co-worker to see her, after all he was a little worried when he saw her name as a patient...

"Can you tell me what you're feeling, miss?" he asked, being formal enough to pretend he didn't know her.