[Portia's POV]
A wise man once said not to judge others by their cover. However, I need to protest to that whosever wise man because now, I can see great unfriendliness in Oliver's face when he checks me. He puts down the stethoscope and frowns.
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I … going to die now?
"Lady," calls Oliver in a stiff tone.
"Y-yes, what's wrong, doctor?" It is better for me if he shows some facial expression so that I know if it is bad or good news, but his stern face makes me nervous. For those two, Adeline and Anthony, their worried face only make my nervousness get worse. Luckily, Yuri was brought back to her room because she felt sleepy.
"Do you perhaps … happen to feel something uncommon lately? Like your body getting heated up in the middle of the night even though the weather is freezing cold?" He shows an unusual expression this time. He is curious about me.
