Matt and Abby

Abby's office was sterile white, with a faint scent of hand sanitizer and coffee. She was sitting at her desk, reviewing patient charts, when the door swung open.
Matt: So what's up Doc? : Matt fell inside, smiling widely.
Matt: Get your stethoscope ready, your favorite patient has arrived.
Abby looked up slowly, her eyes narrowing.
Abby: Matt, I don't have an appointment today.
Matt: Because it's an emergency exam. He threw his jacket on the couch and lay down, throwing his hands behind his head.
Matt: I feel great, but you know, better safe than sorry.
She sighed, pulled up a chair and pulled on her gloves.
Abby: Okay, where does it hurt?
Matt: in the shower
Matt put his hand on his chest, feigning pain.
Matt: and in the wallet area after yesterday's poker
Abby placed her palm on his forehead.
Abby: No fever, but the level of idiocy is off the charts.
Matt: So, special treatment methods are needed. He stretched lazily, deliberately brushing against her hand; she jerked her fingers away. But the corners of her lips twitched.
Abby: The only treatment for you is to take some pills and stay home for a week.
Matt :bored. : Matt leaned toward her, pretending to frown.
Matt: Maybe you can suggest something more interesting?
Abigail leaned down, their faces a centimeter apart.
Abby: Close your mouth and breathe evenly.
Matt: What if I don't want to?
Abby: Then you'll die of my love. She pressed the stethoscope sharply on his chest, and he faked a cough.
Matt: Damn, Doc, you're so cruel. : But the grin never left his face.