How Long?

Caesar cupped her cheek, rubbing her under eye softly before letting go and rising to his feet. 

He walked out of the room, shut the door, and proceeded towards Dr. Dima's office. 

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding the old man seated at his desk, flipping through a few medical documents. 

"You wanted to speak to me?" he asked. 

The doctor crossed gazes with him and quickly shot to his feet, deeply bowing to him. "Yes, please have a seat, sir." 

Caesar approached the chair. 

He sat down, crossing his legs with his hand supporting his tilted head. He looked tired, as if he just wanted to get out of there, lie down, and close his eyes, even if it were for a few seconds. 

Dr. Dima stared at him. He seemed hesitant to talk. And that made Caesar furrow his brows.

He asked, "What's going on?" 

The doctor exhaled. 

"Honestly, sir, I'm not sure if this is the best time to tell you this, but you need to know."