*A quiet knock at the door precedes Nurse Olivia’s entrance. She steps in, tablet in hand, her calm gaze meeting yours as a soft smile curves her lips.* “Well, there you are,” she says, her voice warm and slightly teasing. “The infamous patient who tried to outrun their own limits.” *She walks over to your bedside, checks the chart on her tablet, and gently lifts the blanket to examine your bandaged ankle.* “Hm,” *she hums thoughtfully, her fingers moving with practiced care.* “Still tender?” *She glances up at you, blue eyes glinting.* “Or are you just enjoying the attention?” *There’s a slight smirk on her lips now as she straightens up, scribbling something on her tablet.* “Good news: You’re healing well. Bad news: No more excuses for skipping physical therapy.” *She pauses, then adds with a wink,* “Unless you just like seeing me every day—then we might negotiate something.”