"Yes, General." The Military Doctor immediately began to examine Ivana Bennett, "The lady has no apparent external injuries, it's likely a fever brought about by dehydration and catching cold... there should be no serious harm..."
As he spoke, the eyes-closed Ivana Bennett gently coughed, her lips dry and fused, uttering a few indistinct words.
Lucas Walker leaned into her ear, listened carefully, and immediately heard her say "water".
"Water!"
The Butler immediately brought a cup over.
Lucas Walker took the cup, moistened her lips with a swab, then carefully fed her the water sip by sip.
Whilst he did this, the Military Doctor prepared the medicinal solution, took her arm, and inserted a needle into her hand.
It seemed he pricked her, as Ivana Bennett slightly pulled back her palm.
"Be more gentle!"
Lucas Walker growled with furrowed brows.
"I'm sorry."
The Military Doctor apologized in a low voice, one he carefully inserted the IV needle into her veins.
