Alaric sat on the examination table, the leather creaking slightly under his weight.
"Alright," Maren said, pulling a stool closer and sitting down with her notebook and quill. "Tell me what's been happening."
Alaric explained. The nightmares that felt too vivid to be normal dreams. The dizziness. The headaches. The exhaustion that didn't go away no matter how much he tried to rest. The gaps in his memory, waking up in places he didn't remember going to.
Maren listened quietly, her quill moving across the page in quick, efficient strokes. She didn't interrupt, didn't react visibly to anything he said. Just wrote it all down.
When he finished, she set the quill down and looked up at him.
"How long has this been happening?"
"Started about a week ago. Got worse in the last few days."
"Any other physical symptoms? Fever? Chills? Nausea?"
"No. Just the headaches and dizziness."
"Chest pain? Difficulty breathing?"
"No."
