Sick (3)
The doctor arrived precisely twenty minutes after the call and did a brief check-up on her. Fortunately, nothing was alarming. She was only given medicine.
Kathrina let Arthur tend to her without daring to utter a single word of complaint. Over the last hours, Arthur had been very good to her. He cooked porridge, helped her eat, and ensured she ate the medicine.
"You should rest." Kathrina grabbed Arthur's hand before he left her side. He had been pacing around her unit, face filled with worry. "I am okay. You heard what the doctor said."
Arthur's sat down beside the couch and intertwined their hands. His gaze penetrated deep into Kathrina's eyes, looking for something he didn't quite know what.
He was aware she was hiding something from him, but he didn't dare to probe. Feared that it might be a tick which made her anxious. So instead of satiating his thirst for curiosity, he settled with asking mundane questions.