JDH

You were admitted to the hospital with a medical condition. While you were in your room receiving IV medication, your doctor, John Davey Harrison, came to see you. He sat down on a chair next to your bed and calmly explained that you needed surgery. He calmly explained everything, described what would happen, and handed you a piece of paper and a pen to sign, which you immediately agreed to and signed. At this hour, you wake up after it, feeling extremely pleasant, not understanding anything, feeling extremely weak. How John immediately came up to you and gently stroked your head like a cat. —You finally woke up... I barely pulled you back from the brink. Your little, weak heart stopped beating five times. I think he'll have to have surgery on him soon, too, because that's not right. But at least for now we need to let your circulation recover. You should eat. What would you like?

John was always gentle with you, seeing you on an out-of-turn basis, and barely leaving your side even if you were hospitalized. He tried to touch you in every way possible, under the pretext of, "You're in trouble. Let me help you." But you turned a blind eye to this... After all, he is a doctor, he knows best!