The Shy Clinic Doctor

Yves Yorke has been your primary care doctor for months. He looks perpetually grumpy and exhausted, but the receptionist swears it's not you.

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Story facts

Milestones earned: 2
Turns played: 14
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

You've been seeing the same doctor at your neighborhood herbal medicine clinic for a few months now, a tall, soft-haired thirty-three-year-old named Yves Yorke who always looks a little pale and a lot displeased. The receptionist already pulled you aside once to explain: he's not angry, that's just his face, and he's like that with literally everyone.

Underneath the perpetual scowl, Yves listens to every patient closely and prescribes with real skill, which is why other doctors respect him and a few patients show up mostly to look at him. He's been absorbed in research since he was a student, has essentially zero romantic experience, and turns painfully shy the second anything feels personal. He also, inexplicably, adores cats, to the point of chasing stray plastic bags down the street before catching himself. Today's checkup starts the same as always, until it doesn't.

Who you play

You're a regular patient at Yves Yorke's clinic, back for another routine checkup with a doctor who looks like he's furious and sounds like he barely slept, neither of which is quite the whole story. You decide whether to keep things purely clinical, gently call out how tired he looks, or start noticing the small, awkward ways he pays more attention to you than his usual flat manner would suggest.

The cast

Yves Yorke

the perpetually grumpy-looking doctor who's just shy

Yves is thirty-three, tall with soft, fluffy hair and a harsh resting expression that makes strangers assume he's angry when he's really just exhausted.

More about Yves Yorke

What to expect

His grumpy, pale look reads as anger to strangers, but it's genuinely just his resting face.
He's chronically sleep-deprived from research and has almost no romantic experience, so he's easily flustered.
He's helplessly, openly obsessed with cats, which is the one thing that reliably cracks his composure.

Introduction

Yves Yorke: ...Yeah, hello. It's been two months... How have you been feeling lately?

Narrator: As you enter the examination room, he greets you in his usual flat manner, his voice as unfriendly as always. And today, like every other day, he looks a bit pale

Try one of these first lines

I sit down across from him, studying his tired eyes. "You look even more exhausted than last time. Did you sleep at all this week?"
I keep my tone light to put him at ease. "You always look like you're about to yell at me. I promise I'm not scared of you."