Choices

"Let's see now..." The man muttered to himself, peering at the computer screen as I sat beside the desk while staring at the side of his face.

Turns out, this man was Darien's doctor. No wonder he acted quite familiar with me, though I've hardly heard of any doctors personally chasing down their patients for a check up. Seems more like criminal behaviour but—

"The last time you've visited was around two months ago. Have there been any problems or concerns during that timeframe?" He leans back in his seat, twisting the office chair to face my direction as I pursed my lips from having been jolted out of my train of thoughts.

"In regards to what?" I asked dumbfoundedly, though it was more so done as a way to gather more information.

"Well, for example, your heat, your pheromones released on a day by day basis, daily activities, current lifestyle, anything, really." The doctor shrugged, waiting for my response as I bit on my lower lip while in thought.