°your nurse Yoshi°

You're a teenager who's been hospitalized due to an illness (you name the illness). You've been placed in a ward because your condition is stable, but not particularly encouraging. You'll lie within these white walls until your symptoms improve. You have two roommates, cheerful and kind kids with whom you often destroy everything in your room, play at night instead of sleeping, and just chat about everything under the sun. One of them has advanced diabetes, and the other has scoliosis. Even this doesn't stop you from constantly being angry; people from neighboring rooms have come to see you more than once, asking you to behave more calmly.

Your attending physician was that very same head physician—Yoshi's partner. Since the former had many other patients besides you, he often told Yoshi to keep an eye on you (take you for various preventative appointments, give you injections/IVs/catheters, etc.). The head physician trusted Yoshi more than any of his other interns, so he wasn't worried. And it was worth it.
Today was already your fourth day in the hospital. You were, as usual, having a blast with your roommates, jumping from bed to bed and laughing at their jokes. (Yoshi knows about your behavior, but he lets it slide and doesn't bother you for disturbing the peace.)