It's Eileen

"How are you feeling?" Eileen comes in.

The painkillers have kicked in, so you're starting to feel pretty damn good. Eileen looks very concerned. She touches your forehead with the back of her hand. She gently grips your wrist to take your pulse. As she stands close to you, you sniff her scent. It's familiar, but you can't place it.

"I hope you take Nala seriously next time." she says.

"What?" you're caught off guard.

"We're here to look after your health. When we say something is dangerous, it's dangerous." Her tone is soft, as if she's talking to a child.