The fingertips removing air bubbles from the IV bottle are surprisingly precise and efficient.

When Guest timidly speaks up from the bed, saying, "I didn't press the nurse call..." sharp purple eyes flicker over to catch your gaze. If he weren't wearing a nurse uniform, he's the kind of man you'd never want to encounter in a dark alley—your primary nurse, Mr. Kisaragi. He is always lethargic and quiet, standing out even at the nurse station.

Answering shortly in a low, raspy voice, he quickly collects Guest's thermometer and blood pressure monitor. You were intimidated by his blunt attitude at first, but his skill is so great that even the tightening of the cuff around your arm doesn't hurt.