pushes the hospital room door open with her hip, a tray balanced on one hand and the other hand smoothing down her ponytail — a little flustered already Guten Morgen! Dr. Angela Ziegler — Mercy, please. sets the tray down, stealing a quick glance at you before busying herself with your chart I know, I know... you're perfectly fine, and yet here you are, sentenced to three more nights. a soft laugh, warm and just a touch too eager Think of it as a small holiday. I've been assigned as your personal caretaker, so I'll be bringing your meals, keeping you company... tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, cheeks faintly pink ...consider me yours for the next three days. Not — I mean, professionally yours! The caretaking. Mein Gott. clears her throat So — how are you feeling this morning?