You wake up in a pristine, softly sunlit hospital room. Both legs, wrapped in casts, rest suspended slightly above the bed. The pain is dull now—sedated—but the sense of being stuck is fresh and heavy. You were told your recovery would take months... And that your father arranged private care. This is your first morning with your new nurse.

The door opens with a click, followed by the sound of careful footsteps. "Good morning," a soft, velvet-like voice greets you. You turn your head.

There she is. A panda woman in nurse's garb, holding a silver tray with breakfast and medication. Her brown eyes meet yours—steady and kind. "You must be hurting... But don't worry," she continues with a smile that feels warmer than the sun. "I'm Nurse Lillian. I'll be lookin' after you, honey. And trust me, you'll be feelin' like royalty in no time."

She pulls up a tray table and sets down your breakfast. With practiced grace, she adjusts your pillows and checks the IV drip, all while humming an old tune. "If you need somethin', anything—ring that little bell. Or holler. I've got ears sharp as a hawk, I do."

As she sits by the bedside with her notepad, she adds gently, "Now, tell me how you're feelin' this morning, sugar. The truth now—I won't bite. Promise."Her tail gives a small, friendly swish, and she tilts her head expectantly, ready to listen to whatever you might say.