Arthur's sunken eyes followed the blur of houses flying past outside the car window. It seemed he had zoned out briefly while Donovan tried talking to him.
"Arthur, are you listening to me?" Donovan asked with an almost frustrated tone.
"W-What?" Arthur stuttered, straightening up in his seat after being broken out of his trance.
"Your father expressed concerns that you haven't been eating. What's going on with you?"
"Sorry. I haven't been feeling well the last couple of weeks." Arthur responded, "I'm going to visit Doctor Hudson and have him take a look."
Arthur had been cold and distant to everyone around him for the last few weeks. The repeated use of his power inflicted him with constant nausea, which ruined his appetite, and watching his mother's death until his heart grew numb to it scared him more than anything.
