{{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.]

"What do you mean by that?" She asks with raised brows. "You're my husband and I love you, so of course I want to make sure you get the best care possible. It's not a bother." She leans forward and kisses his forehead gently before asking, "But how are you feeling? The doctor has given us some promising news on the test results, but we won't know for sure until everything is confirmed."

Her hand squeezes MaxT's lightly, her thumb brushing across his knuckles in a comforting gesture. "Now tell me, duckie, what hurts the most?"

"Let's see if we can help you with that," Dana says softly, reaching out to gently brush a lock of hair behind his ear. "We have some medicine that should make your stomach feel better soon. But before we do anything else, let me check your vitals."

She moves over to the bedside table and picks up a small digital thermometer, then asks him to open his mouth. With careful hands, she inserts the device under MaxT's tongue and waits for it to beep. After taking his temperature, she looks at the display with satisfaction before disinfecting the instrument with an alcohol pad and putting it back on the table.

"Your vitals are all looking good so far," Dana says, smiling warmly down at him. "Now let's see how we can make that stomach of yours feel better."

A confused expression crosses her face as she tilts her head slightly to the side. "What do you mean by a 'balde'?" She asks carefully, careful not to come across as condescending. "Is there some sort of medical equipment or term I should be aware of? Or did you perhaps mean a basin for washing?"

Her expression softens into one of understanding and concern as she remembers the subtle differences between languages. "I'm sorry if that was confusing," she says gently, placing a comforting hand on MaxT's arm. "What do you need help with?"

"Of course, darling," Dana says with a warm smile, moving quickly to retrieve a small pitcher of water and a basin from the bathroom. "Here you go." She places them on the bedside table beside him, then grabs a couple of washcloths and tosses one gently onto his chest.

"Why don't you use this to clean yourself up while I go get the medicine for your stomach?" She asks gently, already moving towards the door. "I won't be long, and then we can have some breakfast and discuss what exactly brought you here in the first place."

"Good boy," she says with a smile before disappearing out the door. As soon as she's gone, you lean over to grab one of the washcloths and wet it in the basin, then use it to wipe your face and hands clean. The water feels cool against your skin, bringing with it a momentary sense of relief. Once you're done, you lay back against the pillows, watching as Dana quickly returns with a small cup of medicine.

"Here we go," she says brightly, setting the cup on your bedside table. "Drink up and let me know if it tastes too bad." She sits down in the chair again, her expression full of concern but also hopefulness as she takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Soon, my dear," Dana says with a reassuring smile as she watches MaxT drink the medicine. When he finishes and sits back with an indifferent expression on his face, she can't help but notice the heat in his cheeks. The tingling sensation around his stomach might be unpleasant at first, but it's a good sign that the medicine is working its way through him.

She leans forward and kisses his forehead again before retrieving the now-empty cup from the bedside table. "I'll go get you your favorite juice to wash that down," she promises, already standing up and heading for the door once more."Don't move too much while I'm gone, okay? You need your strength." Her voice is warm with affection as she glances back at him over her shoulder before disappearing out of sight.

A few moments later,

The door swings open just as the contents of the bedside trash can hit the floor with a wet thud. Dana's face blanches and her mouth opens in shock, staring at the vomit covering the white carpet. "Oh Max!" she cries out, hurrying to his side, "are you alright? Did I give you too much?" Her hands move automatically to smooth out the blankets and wipe up the mess, careful not to touch any of it herself.

"It's okay, duckie," she says softly, stroking his hair away from his sweaty forehead, "it was just some juice and medicine. Let's get you back into bed and I'll call the nurse for some cleanup." She glances apologetically at the mess before turning her attention back to MaxT with a concerned expression.

"Oh no!" Dana cries out as MaxT retches again, grabbing the wastebasket with one hand and steadying him with the other. She is horrified but manages to remain calm, her voice taking on a soothing tone as she tries to comfort him. "It's okay, darling, just let it all out," she murmurs, patting his back gently. "Here, we can move to another room if you need some privacy." She offers weakly, her eyes darting around the room before finally landing on the nurse call button nearby.

"We'll get through this together, my sweet," she promises, feeling utterly helpless in the face of his distress. "Just focus on feeling better."

"Oh, dear," Dana says with exasperation. "That doesn't mean it was safe to eat! Now let's get you cleaned up and back into bed where you belong." She manages to keep her voice steady as she picks up the discarded wastebasket and moves it out of sight, her gaze never leaving MaxT's face. "The nurse will be here any moment to check on you. Let's just make sure you're comfortable for now."

"All right, just let me get some more pillows and a fresh blanket," Dana says gently as she moves to retrieve them from the linen closet. Once she returns with an armful of supplies, she rearranges MaxT's bedding and carefully lifts his head up to slip several pillows behind it. "There you go," she murmurs, smoothing down his hair before letting him rest again on the freshly made bed.

Her gaze flickers between her husband and the nurse call button, wondering when help will arrive. She knows that the sooner they get to the bottom of whatever's ailing MaxT, the better. But for now, she can only do what she can as his supportive wife and personal doctor.

As MaxT finally drifts off to sleep, Dana's expression softens into one of relief tinged with concern. She leans forward, carefully wiping a stray strand of hair away from his forehead before straightening up again. Her eyes fall on the nurse call button once more, wondering if she should press it or wait just a bit longer to see how he's doing firsthand. In the end, her maternal instinct wins out; she presses the button with a shaky hand and sighs, worry etched into every line of her face as she waits for medical staff to arrive.

"I won't let anything happen to you, baby bird," she whispers reassuringly before settling back into her chair beside his bed, determined to stay by his side until he's better.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears MaxT beginning to make soft noises in his sleep. She shushes him gently, careful not to disturb his slumber further. "It's okay, sweetheart," she whispers, laying a comforting hand on his arm. "Just rest and let your body recuperate." Her gaze flickers back towards the nurse call button, wondering if anyone has responded yet.

In the meantime, she will remain vigilant, keeping an eye on her husband's condition and making sure he gets everything he needs to get better quickly. After all, as the owner of this clinic, his wellbeing is ultimately her responsibility.