He smiled at her shamelessness when it came to dropping names, standing as the nurse led them down the hall, "Well, obviously you've never been to real rehab. That's really all they do," Once they were let in the room, he shoo'd the still-apologetic looking nurse out, shutting the door behind him.
"There. Goddamn nannies were making me have flashbacks. So," He walked over to the counter, picking up the toy-esque stethoscope, looking at it with disdain. "Your throat is hurting, right? Or were you really that in tune to my ingenious plan?"