(Author's POV)
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard flight H617. For your safety, please ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened. In case of an emergency, oxygen masks will drop from the overhead panel~ ..." the flight attendant's voice echoed with the safety announcements as the plane took off.
Myra who had been clasping both her hands tightly in an iron grip, relaxed as realization dawned upon her. Her prayers have been heard.
"Miss, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" a polite male voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Umm~ ... no … why?" she was a bit confused, why a random stranger was asking such a thing.
The person must have noticed the confusion on her face as he said, in a mild tone, "I am a doctor. That young lady over there~," he pointed to Wendy's seat and then continued, "she asked the flight attendant, saying you weren't feeling well and need a doctor's assistance."
