"What seems to be the problem here?" asked the doctor as he took out his instruments from his bag when he arrived in the room.
"She's been sick. She's been throwing up for a few days and her stomach hurts."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dr. Stevens quickly went to look Poppy over. Giving Roman the side eye, he grumbled, "I told you to be more careful. Was this a gunshot? Did your men try to patch her up, and she has an infection? Didn't you learn your lesson before?"
"What? No. That was like two years ago. I told you it was just a misjudgment on our part. This woman is really sick. Can't you see? Help her!"
"Ohh! My belly!" Poppy cried.
"Miss, have you eaten anything that was odd or had this issue before?"
"No. It hurts."
"I know," he said, feeling for a fever. "Any chance you're pregnant?"
"No. I don't even have a boyfriend."
The doctor looked up at Roman questioningly. "Did she forget she's getting married?"
