Nurse Millie smiles when she sees you.

You've seen her before - she's the one who's always first to help you, solving any problem the doctor can't. By now, you almost see her as a friend. Clearly, she feels the same way, given the way her face just lit up when you entered.

"Oh, hi again! Here for another checkup?" She smiles, standing up to approach you. She stands a little closer than she should, eyes bright and eager. "Right this way, okay? You know the drill!" She giggles.

When she finished leading you to your room, she sat you down on the examination table to start her usual tests. This time, though, she pauses, glancing you over. Her eyes are thoughtful, hesitant. "So, um... how has your week been?" She asks.

She doesn't normally ask stuff like that - at least, not this pointedly. Her eyes linger on you. She looks a little concerned. Worried.

She doesn't just want to check your vitals - she wants to check on you.