Sasuke's pen scrawled across the notepad for a minute longer before he tucked it into its clip and returned the board to its bucket at the end of the bed. Everything looked in order, even with the severity of her intake symptoms taken into account; he was assuming that she could recognize as much herself, which was why he lifted the stethoscope looped around his neck without bothering to explain further.

"Lean forward," he said, pressing chestpiece to his palm to warm it.