Selene’s POV
Bastien has gone to find us some food when I see a doctor approach the nurse’s station outside my room. I rise from bed as quickly as I can, hurrying out of my room and pulling my IV behind me. “Excuse me, are you my physician?”
The man turns to face me, looking mildly surprised. “Mrs. Durand, you really shouldn’t be out of bed.”
“Please, I feel fine, and I need to speak with you alone.” I beseech him.
Bright blue eyes survey me thoughtfully. “As you wish,” he gestures toward the corridor, moving us away from the main desk. “Is everything alright?” He asks.
“I don’t know.” I admit nervously. “My husband said I hit my head and was dehydrated, but I know you must have run tests and things.” I trip over my words, “That is to say – I mean, I wanted to ask you…”
Sensing the
