[Scene: Dr. Rohan’s Penthouse, Master Bedroom. Morning sunlight is blasting through the windows. Dr. Sandhya is buried under a mountain of expensive duvets.]
Dr. Sandhya: (Groaning heavily, blindly swatting at the sunlight like an irritable grizzly bear) Ugh... my head. Why does it feel like a freight train parked inside my skull?
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