Breaking The Ice Between Us
“Tired.”
He chuckled, soft, almost sympathetic. “That’s not unusual.”
He checked my chart. Flipped a few pages. Scanned whatever numbers were written there.
“Well,” he said after a minute. “Physically, you’re in decent shape. No concussion, no internal bleeding. The scans came back clean. Blood pressure’s a little low, but nothing alarming.”
“Then why the fainting?” I asked, voice dull.
He set the clipboard down on the counter, leaned his elbows on his knees, and looked me dead in the eye. “Stress. Sleep deprivation. Likely dehydration. But mostly? Overthinking.”