Chapter 518
Fiona
I feel better now.
Thanks to the ARC, probably. I don't fall sick easily anyway, and I'm almost healthy. The constant monitoring, the regulated temperature, the timely medication—it has made a world of difference. I no longer wake up shivering or sweating. I no longer catch a cough that leaves me bedridden for weeks.
"Great. Your levels are the most stable I've ever seen them."
Mariana is looking at her datapad, scrolling through my latest blood work. She is short, her bob swinging as she moves, but her presence fills the small medical room.
I sit on the edge of the examination bed, pulling my cardigan tighter around my shoulders. Old habits die hard.
"Really?" I ask.
"Really. Your white blood cell count is up. Your vitamin D is normal—which is a miracle on a space station. The new supplements and that robot of yours are doing their job."
"Violet is very helpful."
