Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One
Alicia's POV
The doctor's office was small but clean. Sterile white walls. The faint smell of antiseptic. A calendar on the wall showing February.
I sat on the examination table, paper crinkling beneath me, while the doctor reviewed my chart.
Alessandro had insisted on bringing me. Had made the appointment himself after I'd fainted at the estate. He sat in the corner now, looking uncomfortable but determined.
"Your vitals look better," the doctor said in accented English. "The dehydration has improved. Blood pressure is still a bit low, but within acceptable range."
"That's good."
"Yes. But I'm concerned about the malnutrition. You're not eating enough for someone in your condition."
"I've been trying. The nausea—"
