Dr. Luis Byrnes, who serves as the club's in-house physician, appears to be in the later stages of his forties or perhaps early fifties, with a smattering of light brown hair that curls slightly. His round face beams at Jessamae, and it's evident from the kindness that radiates from behind his spectacles that he chose the path of medicine for all the right, altruistic reasons.
As the clock strikes midday, Dr. Luis carefully unhooks the sphygmomanometer from Jessamae's arm and removes the cold metal of the stethoscope from her chest. "It seems your blood pressure is slightly elevated. Have you been under some form of stress recently?"
"Perhaps?"
"She has," Hanzo interjects, taking a seat on the bed next to Jessamae.
Jessamae pulls the robe tighter around herself. Despite the situation,
