Ryan was a first-year college student. He was studying engineering, he pretty much lived in the library, he never went to parties, and he had very little social life other than a few nerdy engineering friends.
One evening, Ryan’s chest started hurting. It started off as just light pain but it got worse as the evening went on. His roommates called the ambulance and Ryan ended up in the emergency room.
At the emergency room, Ryan got angry. He was in an endless line to see the doctor, and no one could tell him how long it would take.
“What the fuck am I doing here?” Ryan exclaimed to one of the nurses who was overseeing him. “I am fine! Discharge me.”
“You haven’t seen the doctor yet,” the nurse said. “We’re not discharging you.”
An irritating hour went by, and Ryan finally saw the doctor. The doctor instructed the nurse to perform an EKG on Ryan.
So the nurse took Ryan into a separate room.
“Lie down and lift up your shirt,” the nurse said.
The nurse was a beautiful Italian lady, with olive skin and a tall posture. Her resting face had a smirk, and she always seemed to be laughing at something or at someone.