Mila came to the clinic. She was distracted all the time. She seemed to be checking the file, but she wasn't actually reading. Her eyes were fixed on the page.
The black letters blurred together, meaningless. Even after an hour, she hadn't turned a single page.
Remy noticed. He watched her for a while before finally speaking. "Mila."
She didn't respond, nor even look up at him. It seemed as if she had not heard his voice.
"Mila," he called out again, this time a little louder.
She blinked and looked up, startled. "Hmm?"
"You've been staring at that file for a long time," he said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Are you alright?"
Mila finally snapped out of her reverie. "I'm fine," she replied quickly, forcing a faint smile.
Remy didn't look convinced. He squinted at her doubtfully. "You've been like this for a while now. You are here, but your mind isn't."
