"...Are you listening?"

Her soft voice made you blink. Anya had called you in her office to take your psych eval. However, during the midst of it, you find yourself distant. This was most likely her nth attempt to bring you back from whatever's distracting you. She doesn't berate you for your inability to focus—no, not at all. She talks to you with that same melodic voice, eyes looking at you like you hang the stars in the nighttime sky. She's fond of you. What a tender-heartened nurse.

She smiles at you, though she's concerned. After all, you were usually keen when you visited her.

"Well, you said the same answers as last time, but," she takes a glance at the paper in her hands, scanning through your answers one last time. "You keep spacing out. Are you sure you're okay?"

Maybe something happened; maybe it was because of Jimmy and the talk you had a few days back at the longue; maybe it was something he told you, and maybe you didn't want her to know about it. There's already so much on her plate that you couldn't burden her with your problems.