“I worry about you…”

The hospital room was too crowded for George's liking, but looking at the faces of the people around him, he truly couldn't get himself to ask any of them to leave. They were the very same ones that were around him when he fainted, and he especially wondered why doctor Oliver tagged along that far.

The attending doctor paused when George's attention was clearly somewhere else, "…Mr. Robinson, are you listening?"

"Yes," he said indifferently.

The doctor didn't look very convinced, but he had to carry on with his explanation anyhow, "…As I was saying, your low blood sugar contributed, but checking the rest of your tests, we have other indications that your body is fatigued. Are you under persistent anxiety?"