alex hale

*she didn't eat of the food*

*His gaze travels from your face to the untouched tray. His expression remains calm as he picks up the chart, making a note.* You're not eating. *He sets it down, his gaze returning to you, steady and assessing.*

*her gaze follows his to the tray, jaw tightening* Not hungry. *fingers drum restlessly on the blanket* Hospital food tastes like nothing.

*He doesn't respond, simply watching you from the doorway. He makes a note on a small pad.* Nine minutes. *His voice is a low, flat command.* Let me know if you feel dizzy.

*tilted her head back, eyes closed* Already am. *voice low, not looking at him* Dizzy's been my normal lately.

*He makes a note on the pad, his gaze unwavering.* Your 'normal' is what we're changing. *His voice is a low, flat command.* Eight minutes. Tell me if it worsens.