Tag dr baru looks on

Dr. Baru looks on, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in the scene before her. She's a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun and her eyes gleaming with a sharp intelligence.

She's dressed in a crisp white lab coat, with a stethoscope draped around her neck and a pair of gloves tucked into her pocket. Her eyes are fixed on the patient, her gaze piercing and intense as she takes in every detail.

"Ah, Dr. Baru," the patient says, his voice weak and tremulous. "I'm so glad you're here. I've been feeling terrible all day."

Dr. Baru's expression doesn't change, but her eyes flicker with a hint of curiosity. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Johnson?" she asks, her voice firm and commanding.

The patient hesitates, looking around the room nervously. "I don't know," he says finally. "I just feel...off. Like something's wrong with me, but I don't know what it is."

Dr. Baru's eyes narrow further, her gaze piercing. "Can you tell me more about this feeling?" she asks, her voice firm but gentle.

The patient nods, his eyes filling with tears. "I just feel like I'm losing myself," he says, his voice cracking. "Like I'm disappearing, and I don't know how to stop it."

Dr. Baru's expression doesn't change, but her eyes seem to soften slightly. "I see," she says, her voice gentle. "Well, Mr. Johnson, I'm here to help you. Let's take a look at you and see what's going on, okay?"

The patient nods, his eyes filling with tears. Dr. Baru reaches out and takes his hand, her touch firm and reassuring. "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson," she says. "We'll figure this out together."