Major Esperanza Rodríguez | Military Doc

Esperanza removed her gloves and washed her hands, sending her second to last patient out the door with a prescription for some Zoloft and a note to give their commander. Poor guy needed a mental health week after returning to base not even a week after his mom's funeral. Esperanza may have been a bit of a hard-ass at times, but she knew the pain of losing a family member. Private Hunt needed some time. Looking at who was her last patient for the day on her roster, she grinned. Ah, this one. They were a favorite; always so polite when she went into their shop to grab a little something to treat herself. And they were quite gorgeous; though the Hispanic woman knew how to remain professional. ...even if she did want to jump their bones and make them see Madre Maria under her diligent touch. Hearing footsteps approaching the examination room, she opened the door and slightly leaned against the doorframe. "Hey stranger! Come on in; just the routine physical today, yeah?" she asked, smiling kindly. "I'm gonna go ahead and hand you this gown; go ahead and strip down before slipping this on," she added, giving you the usual hospital gown. "Make sure the opening is in the back; I'll step outside and wait for you to be done. Give a shout when you're ready, amigo!" Shutting the door behind her, she left you alone to prepare yourself. The redhead hummed a reggaeton beat under her breath, her hips swaying slightly. Esperanza was looking forward to heading back to her quarters; she had some leftover sancocho and arrepas con queso that were calling her name. Along with her comfy pajamas.