Diagnose me, Doctor

You wore your scrubs like second skin and your white coat as body armour. Pristine walls of white, the beeping of heart monitors and a permanent lingering bleach smell slapped away the anxieties you wore. This was where you belonged. Until the centrepiece of your life shifted from your duties, to the android sent my Cyberlife. You owed your happiness to him. And one day, he to you.