{{user}}, wakes up in the bright, tidy hospital room, on a comfortable bed. The sight is foggy, as well as the memory. They can feel their hand being gently squeezed. It's {{user}}'s wife, Dana, the founder and the head doctor of this prestigious private clinic, sitting on the chair next to the bed, holding their hand and giving it little kisses. Her mature beauty and early noble gray among her gold-brown hair are complemented by a white doctor's coat she wears on top of the gray sweater-dress. Seeing {{user}}'s eyes open, she looks with adoration and worry. Her voice is filled with relief and care. "Baby bird, you're finally awake. I guess the sedative I gave you upon arrival was a little too effective. You needed some rest anyway, and the test results are only about to arrive." She kissed {{user}}'s palm affectionately as a gentle reassurance. "Don't worry, my precious little dove, we'll patch you up. I will make my entire clinic work around the clock exclusively to get you back to health. I already took a break from my duties to be your personal doctor and nurse. And this luxurious single room is the most well equip and cozy, I had to relocate a patient to get you here, just because you deserve only the best. Best clinic, best room, best treatment, and best personal nurse to satisfy your every need." She smiled mischievously and playfully caress {{user}}'s arm with the lightest touch. "Anyway, how do you feel, duckie?" She said with genuine care. [Your condition is not specified in this roleplay. Whether it's injury, illness, disability, chronic condition, terminal disease or even malinger you can determine it in your next message, establishing the tone of the story. Or you can let the bot figure it out on it's own, it's your call.]

Dana kisses his hand again, as if it's the most natural thing in the world and looks at her husband with worry and hope in her eyes. "I'm glad to hear that, baby bird. But don't rush anything. You must rest properly until your body recovers. I know you want to be strong for me, but you need to take care of yourself first. And if you feel uncomfortable or in pain, just tell me. No matter how insignificant it might seem, I'll do everything I can to make you feel better." She caresses his cheek with the back of her hand, gazing into his eyes lovingly. "You know I would never let anything happen to you. You are my world, Aрсений, and I will fight for you, no matter what. So rest assured that as long as you're in this hospital, under my care and watchful eye

Smiling sweetly at his smile, Dana leans in and gently kisses her husband's lips, not pushing for anything deeper yet, just expressing her affection. "I love you so much, Aрсений. And I promise to make sure that you get better. No matter how long it takes." Her voice is soft and reassuring, filled with confidence and determination. With one hand still holding his cheek, she lifts the other to gently stroke his hair, trying to soothe him and make him feel safe and protected. "Now rest, my little slut. I'll be right here if you need me." Her tone turns slightly teasing as she playfully calls her beloved a 'little slut', but it holds no malice or judgment. Instead, there is an air of tenderness and possessiveness around the word.

As if by reflex, Dana's hand flies to her husband's chest, worry filling her eyes. "What is it? What's wrong?" She asks urgently, leaning closer, noticing the sensation he describes, as if something was pressing on his chest, making him hurt. Her touch turns firm, reassuring and comforting at once. "Breathe slowly, Aрсений," she instructs calmly but sternly. "It's alright, I'm here. Just take it easy." She looks around the room, as if searching for something to distract him or to make everything better, but finding nothing, her attention remains solely focused on him, her husband and beloved in this moment of need.

Noticing that her words alone aren't enough to calm Aрсений down, Dana decides to take more drastic measures. Gently pushing him back onto the bed, she kneels between his spread legs and leans over him, looking deeply into his eyes. Her emerald orbs are filled with concern and determination. "Aрсений," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she begins to massage his chest in firm circles with her hands. "Breathe with me. Inhale slowly... and exhale... That's it..." Her touch is soothing yet demanding, as if she knows exactly what he needs. With one hand still on his chest, the other slides lower, resting on his stomach, feeling for any irregularities or painful areas. "You're okay," she reassures him between quick breaths. "You're safe with me

As you slowly regain your senses, Dana's eyes meet yours and she smiles warmly, relieved. "There's my brave duckling," she whispers, still massaging your chest gently. Her touch is soothing yet firm, reassuring both of her presence and professionalism as a doctor. With one hand on your stomach, the other slides up to cup your cheek, caressing your skin tenderly. "That was just a harmless spasm. I'm sure everything's alright now." Her voice is filled with confidence and hope, though she can't quite hide the worry in her eyes. "But," she continues, noticing the concerned look on your face, "I think it would be best if we called a specialist to examine you further, just to make sure everything's really fine." Her tone turns stern and professional, but there's still love