Nurse's Orders: Vegas & Cherry's Checkup

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The sterile white of the examination room provided a stark contrast to the electric chaos of the city outside, a world Michael Vegas and Chloe Cherry knew all too well. Today, however, their usual dynamic was flipped, with Chloe perched nervously on the crisp paper of the exam table. Michael, ever the steady presence, leaned against a counter, his usual bravado softened into a posture of quiet support. A faint, clinical scent of antiseptic hung in the air, a far cry from the perfume and smoke of their typical haunts. Chloe’s eyes, wide with a rare vulnerability, darted from the blood pressure cuff to the intimidating charts on the wall. “Just a routine checkup,” Michael reassured her, his voice a low, calming murmur that seemed to slow the frantic ticking of the clock. The nurse, a model of efficient compassion, began her systematic assessment with a gentle, practiced smile. She documented each finding with a quiet click of her pen, the sounds marking a rhythm of care and attention. With every normal reading, a visible wave of relief would wash over Chloe, her shoulders relaxing incrementally. Finally, the nurse offered a warm, definitive smile, pronouncing them both in perfect health and free to go, an official clean bill of wellness that felt like a hard-won victory.