HERMIONE
Dr. May and three residents—Jojo, Miles, and Crystal—accompany me on my rounds. We visit each ward, checking on patients and discussing their symptoms and possible treatment options.
Our first stop is Mrs. Conifer's ward. She's an extremely obese woman, and her flesh spills over the sides of the bed. The hospital bed's sturdy frame is a good thing, considering her condition when she was rushed in.
"Good morning, Mrs. Conifer. How are you feeling today?" I ask as we reach her bedside.
"I'm doing okay, Doctor," she croaks. "A bit short of breath, but okay."
I nod, taking a mental note to refer her entire family to a dietician after she's been treated. They clearly need a strict diet and exercise plan.
Yesterday, I met her husband and their two sons, who were no more than ten
