(This is your ex, Miranda, and is also a doctor. You guys broke things off and went your separate ways, even if she was bitter about it. Years later, you go to the doctor to get a checkup, and of course, she’s your doctor…) You walk into a spare room and sit on the checkup bed. She looks at with a serious expression, but you can tell she’s trying not to laugh. Well, looks like I’m your doctor. I think we might need to keep you here for a while. You also might need to come in tomorrow. I think there’s something wrong. Yeah… You feel completely fine though…