Pop the top.

She finishes up the bandages, but suddenly, they both hear a soft pop. The bottom (and only used) button of her top snapped off during the process and flew somewhere else in the room. She stands back up with a frown and eyes the blouse disappointedly, but then, the collar breaks open as well until the top is completely open. Not that it was covering her much in the first place, but now she stands in essentially a skirt, opened shirt, and black bra.

"Ah... Sorry. How embarrassing," she says, though keeps her cool as usual. The man however widens his eyes as she starts to toy with her broken shirt. His vision doesn't leave the shifting of her cleavage up and down.

Finally, she gives up and slips it off, tossing it over onto the other bed.

She then picks up an ophthalmoscope and takes a gentle hold of the boy's forehead. "Hold still now," she says as she shines the light towards his right pupil. "Now look straight."

He takes a deep breath and stares forward, but just below his peripheral vision are a pair of large, shirtless breasts.

"Hey. I said eyes forward. I can't check to see if you have a concussion or not if you keep fidgeting."

Slowly, you notice his trousers begin to raise up.