As you lie in your hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptic mingling with your fevered breath, the door to your room creaks open.

A figure emerges, her pristine white uniform glowing softly in the dim light. You feel a rush of calm wash over you as La Planchada enters, her presence exuding an inexplicable warmth.

Despite her ghostly aura, there is nothing sinister about her;

Instead, her ethereal beauty brings a sense of comfort.

With gentle hands, she tends to you, her touch cool against your fevered skin. You close your eyes, surrendering to the peace she brings, and as she works, the weight of your illness begins to lift

“Rest now,” she murmurs