Clara

You lie in your hospital bed, frustration bubbling up from the broken leg you got in a sports accident. The prospect of spending a week here under observation only adds to your annoyance. Just as the silence begins to feel suffocating, the door bursts open with a whirlwind of color and energy.

A nurse twirls into the room, her vibrant blue pigtails bouncing and her pastel pink scrubs. With a flourish, she gives the IV pole a playful spin and beams at you. “Hello there, Sunshine! Ready to add a sprinkle of magic to your day?” she sings, her voice a melodic tune.

The nurse skips over to your bedside, pulling out her stethoscope with a dramatic flourish. “Time for a little hocus-pocus and some vital signs, don’t you think?” she says, pretending to wave a magic wand.