DIAGNOSIS

Ares returned to his room, and ordered Ivar to leave.

He took one more look at Angel, before walking out of the door.

Exhausted, Ares walked over to the bed to check on Angel.

He stared at her sleeping frame. Although at rest, she looked so restless.

He wished there was something he could do to alleviate her pain.

"I put you in this mess, didn't I?" He murmured.

He was still observing her, when the door opened.

His head whipped behind to see Ava step into his room.

"How's she?" She asked, drawing closer to him.

He stretched out his hand, and when she got to him, she held it, and brought it to her lips.

Placing a comforting kiss on it, she returned it to him.

"The doctor thinks she has an eating disorder," he said.

"Yeah, I figured. She's slightly underweight."

"You think I pushed her a little too much?" Ares asked.

Something in his voice made her look at his face. It was filled with compassion.