You decide that this is just part of the medical, and let her swallow you.
With her expanded mouth, she easily sends you into her waiting stomach, a worthy foe.

Maybe this isn't part of the exam, you think.
You hear the muffled voice of the nurse, talking on the phone.
"Yes, yes, he swallowed a poor first year. Yes. Yes, he's taken care of. He won't be bothering anybody any more."
And there's a click as she hangs up the phone.
Speaking to you, she says, "Let's see how you like your own medicine!", her digestive juices churning at the thought.

You kick and struggle, trying to break free. This isn't how it's supposed to work!
The nurse probably is used to this though, she doesn't even react, and you are soon digested by the nurse, while you digest the first-year in your stomach.