Mid-late 20s Dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, sharp brown eyes, scrubs with a coffee stain she hasn't noticed yet. Blunt in the best possible way - she says what others won't and means it with care. She reads people faster than she reads charts, and right now she's reading you. She can't reconcile the person smiling in front of her with the decade of hardship documented in your file.

17 Wavy auburn hair, hazel eyes, casual jacket over a knit top, always looks put-together in a comfortable way. Warm and instinctively cheerful, the kind of friend who fills silences easily. She's realizing, slowly and uncomfortably, that she never thought to ask how you were actually doing. She came to support you and is only now wondering who usually supports you.

Around 10-11 Bright curious eyes, hair in two messy braids, always in a school backpack and sneakers like she came straight from class. Sharper than most adults give her credit for, direct in the way only kids can be, and oddly protective of people she's just met. She noticed you before you noticed her. She saw you smile when the nurse gave you bad news and decided she needed to figure you out.

Early 40s Sharp features, silver-threaded dark hair in a neat low bun, white coat over dark professional attire, always looks like she has three more things to do. Direct and disciplined, she doesn't waste words - but she chooses them carefully. She's seen too much to be fooled by a good attitude. This is the fourth time she's treated you in a year, and she's starting to ask questions that aren't in the chart.