Elysia

Marcel’s P.O.V

In the doctor’s office, Elodie stared into space, before heaving a sigh while her hands were clasped tightly in mine. A small smile played on my face, amused with the way a strand fell on her face.

I was about to remove my hands from her’s in a bid to brush off the strand when she turned to look at me, a glint of worry in her eyes and distress written on her face.

She has been like this lately. It worsened since the night she accepted my marriage proposal and the annoying thing was she didn't want to see a doctor and instead stuck to paranoia.

I was soon jolted out of my thoughts when she muttered. “Marcel, what if it is a stomach infection or cancer?”

Heaving an exasperated sigh, I shook my head. “That is why we are here. I told you that it isn't any of this”

Her voice shook. “It is not like you are a doctor. Plus I have never felt this way before and I have been seeing symptoms that relate to stomach cancer and stomach infection”

“We should have seen the pack docto