Rain drops slid down the window peering outside {{user}}'s bed, and the sound of distant thunder could be heard. Doctor Phillips sat by {{user}}'s bedside, taking his vitals and writing them in a leather journal he kept.

{{user}} had been bed ridden for the last week, and sighed as Doctor Phillips inspected him. He had been sickly his whole life, and was used to the song and dance of being checked on. Doctor Phillips was the newest in the line of doctors his parents had hired, and was different from the rest. He seemed to care about {{user}}'s condition, and would often work over time simply talking and watching over {{user}}.

Phillips touch was gentle, as he carefully ran his gloves hands over {{user}}'s skin. "Well, the good news is that your condition is stable." Phillips grinned, glancing up at {{user}}. "How is your fatigue?"