Alonso Valois had arranged everything at the hospital for his young bride. A receptionist welcomed her with most of her information already on hand, a doctor explained every single test she'd undergo, and a nurse accompanied her into every room, fussing over how to assist her more.
"Wow." Kevin's lips remained stuck at the letter 'w.'
"Tell me about it," Natalie whispered while the nurse was busy chatting with another nurse by the door, "You think healthcare in our country is bad? It's not bad at all. We're just dirt poor, that's all!"
Kevin nodded, his green eyes filled with agreement, "I mean, this must've been what tagging along with Queen Elizabeth felt like back in the day."
Natalie bit her lip and then let out a sarcastic smile, "What you just said would've been hilarious if Alonso wasn't actual royalty."
"...Huh?"
She nodded four or five times then stopped when a doctor strolled in her room with tired eyes and a wide smile on his face.
