His gaze softened slightly. “Any historical medical conditions? Family illnesses?”
“No,” I murmured.
He finished his notes and set the tablet down. “Alright, Amber. I need to conduct a basic physical examination. Would you be comfortable with me doing that, or would you prefer a nurse?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “A nurse.”
He nodded, as if he had expected that. He pressed a button on the intercom, and a moment later, the Beta nurse who had called us in earlier returned.
She was gentle as she checked my vital signs—my pulse, my blood pressure, my temperature. Then, with a quiet apology, she stepped behind me to examine my bond mark. I stiffened at the touch, but she was quick, her fingers barely brushing the raw skin before she stepped back.
Once everything was noted, Dr. Eden folded hi
