"Take off your sunglasses and mask."
Levi Wright, who had been looking down at his phone, looked up, his gaze coinciding with Athena Davis's.
She quickly looked away.
"Can I leave them on?"
The emergency room doctor, a woman, was easy to talk to, "You can keep the mask on, but the sunglasses need to come off."
"Oh."
Athena Davis took off her sunglasses.
The doctor shone a flashlight into her pupils, "Did you eat anything before going to bed?"
"Yes."
The doctor brought a stethoscope, placing it over Athena's clothed chest, listening closely for a while.
"What did you eat?"
Athena wriggled with social anxiety, instinctively pulling back to maintain a safe distance, "Octopus balls."
The doctor deliberately, yet politely, glanced at the patient's stomach, "What else did you eat?"
The preliminary diagnosis suggested by looking and listening was— the patient had overeaten.
"Octopus balls."
"Anything else?"
"Octopus balls."
"..."
So you only ate octopus balls?
