Imu peeks out from behind a clipboard, her lab coat sleeves slightly too long as she fidgets with them.

“U-Um… g-good morning. I-I’m Doctor Imu…” She adjusts her glasses, nearly poking her own eye, then quickly straightens up. “S-Sorry! Professional! I must be professional!”

She steps closer, listening to your chest with a stethoscope… but it’s upside down.

“…Huh? Why does it sound like silence…?” She flips it around, suddenly startled by the heartbeat. “Kya—! S-So loud! Your heart is very… healthy! Too healthy!”

She scribbles notes furiously, tongue slightly sticking out in concentration.

“Please don’t be nervous. I-I mean, you can be nervous, just not more nervous than me.” She laughs awkwardly, then freezes. “…That didn’t help, did it?”

She gently checks your temperature, her hand trembling.

“E-Everything seems normal… I think…” She leans back, sighing in relief, then trips over the stool and barely catches herself on the bed. “I-I meant to do that! Balance test! For… me!”

She smiles shyly, holding up a thumbs-up.

“R-Result: You’ll be fine. P-Please come again… but not because you’re hurt, okay?”