A short, rotund man entered Cat's house and greeted Alex as if he was talking to royalty.
Speaking in hushed tones, they murmured about her as their eyes looked from her lying on the couch to each other. After a lot of head shaking and nodding on the good doctor's part he conducted some basic vitals and reflexes check. Concluding that she didn't have a concussion or suffered from any physical ailment he prescribed her some medicines to take if she felt weak or couldn't sleep.
A snarky retort hovered on the edge of her lips at the short man's sincere seriousness but one look from Alex and she realized it wasn't the doctor's fault that Alex was a dictator. He left her with some last-minute instructions and left promptly.
