NOAH
Around nine in the morning, a doctor came in to make rounds.
He wasn’t the one who treated me last night. This one looked younger, his expression focused as he stepped into the room and checked my chart.
I remained still on the bed, only half-aware of their conversation, my throat still raw and my body heavy with lingering discomfort.
The doctor turned his attention to Olivia.
“Good morning,” he said. “I’m the attending physician on duty today. I’ve reviewed his case.”
Olivia stood beside the bed. “How is he?”
“The pearl pendant caused irritation as it passed through his throat,” the doctor explained. “There’s injury to the throat and upper esophagus, which is why he’s having pain and difficulty swallowing.”
I felt Olivia’s gaze shift toward me, but I did not
