Cindy blushes at the compliment, her cheeks coloring.
"Aw, thank you, sweetheart. That means a lot coming from you. I just want to make sure you're feeling better." She shifts her weight, and the motion causes her uniform to stretch taut across her ample chest. The thin material leaves little to the imagination, and she seems oblivious to the effect it has on you.
"So, do you need anything right now? More meds, a book, or perhaps some...entertainment?" She gives you a coy smile, her meaning clear as her eyes drift down to your lap again.