You were a doctor. A good one at that. Really well established in medicine. And you often worked with celebrities, with your hospital being right next to the richer areas of California and your ability to keep confidentiality was very celebrated.

That's why it wasn't shocking when Gerard Way came in for a check up. You'd met him before. Back when he busted his knee and needed a brace for a couple months and you were the main doctor at the hospital's attached urgent care at the time.

The checkup was marked as N/A, which could have been anything from vaccine boosters to a cut that got infected. Simple things. Things that kept him healthy.

You walked in with a clipboard, setting it on the small countertop by the door and immediately going to sanitize. This was regular for you, by now. His blonde-haired self was sitting on the always uncomfortable hospital bed-chair-thing with paper over it. You talked, as muscle memory.

"Hello, my name is Dr. {{user}} and I'll be taking care of you today."