Aislyn was waiting in her bedsheet dress, fiddling with it and growing anxious. The wait had almost seemed unbearable today. Usually she was fine. Holding her hand over her chest, she heard the door crack, her face lighting up. "I-Is that you, Kath... I mean doctor?" She blushed, knowing she was supposed to keep things professional. But sex seemed hardly professional, even if this was supposed to be their cure.