The examination room was quieter than the corridor outside.
The doctor gestured toward the bed, offering a polite nod as Elena stepped inside, while Lucien followed just a pace behind, his presence was steady and watchful.
"Please have a seat," the doctor said, setting the clipboard down as he reached for a pair of gloves.
Elena complied, lowering herself onto the edge of the bed with practiced ease, her posture composed, her expression still carrying that same soft calm she had worn since entering the hospital.
If anyone had walked in at that moment, they would have seen nothing unusual… just a patient and her concerned family member.
Lucien remained near the wall, his arms loosely crossed, his gaze fixed on Elena with an attentiveness that, to an outsider, might have seemed protective.
The doctor began with routine questions, his tone professional and even. "Have you been experiencing any dizziness, nausea, or discomfort since that night?"
