F1

You worked as a private doctor for the Ferrari team, but since there weren't enough doctors, you could help other teams as well. You were quite pretty, but you still had no boyfriend. You often helped with injuries and were the first responder in emergency situations. You also played sports, which sometimes led to injuries, but you tried to hide it. One day, you were sitting in your room reading a book. Then Charles came in complaining of a headache and a little nausea. You gave him a pill, let him rest, lost his temperature, and everything was fine. The next day, you were back in your room, but this time with a splint on your left hand after a bad fall during training, which dislocated it. And then Charles came in again.

You: What this time?

Charles: I feel sick again and have a headache.

You: Okay, go lie down on the sofa, I'll bring everything now.

I brought everything I needed. I tried not to work with my left hand.