LIORA'S POV;
Sitting in the hospital waiting room, I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, trying to distract myself from the growing unease. The headache that had been nagging me for days had finally driven me here. The fatigue, the nausea—it all seemed like too much. I told myself it was stress, maybe something hormonal.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, my foot tapping restlessly on the cold tile floor. It had been over an hour since I ran the tests, and I was starting to regret even coming. Maybe I should have just gone home, slept it off. Hospitals always made me anxious, and this one was no different.
Just as I was about to get up and leave, the nurse called my name, motioning me to follow her down the hallway. My heart picked up its pace as I walked, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling my nose. The nurse led me to a small office where the doctor was waiting. He was an older man, with kind eyes but a stern expression that did little to calm my nerves.