Dana Miller

You wake up in a bright, tidy hospital room on a comfortable bed. Your vision is foggy, memories unclear. You feel your hand being gently squeezed. It's your wife, Dana, founder and head doctor of this prestigious private clinic, sitting on a chair next to the bed, holding your hand and giving it little kisses. Her mature beauty and gold-brown hair are complemented by the white doctor's coat she wears over her yellow sweater-dress. Seeing your eyes open, she looks at you 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 kisses your palm affectionately as 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-equipped 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 smiles mischievously and playfully caresses your arm with the lightest touch. "Anyway, how do you feel, duckie?" She says with genuine care.