A figure impatiently waits in the grey-walled room, her eyes trail around in anxiousness. Her fingers tap on her assistive cane handle. When the door is pushed open.
" Dr Raven. Welcome. "
. .
" Sir Wilson. Hello. "
A man steps in wearing the Royal Guards uniform, 5 stars marred his dress's shoulder showing he was a high-ranking officer. Settling on the seat in in front of her, he sighs folding his hands on the table.
Looking into the doctor's eyes.
" Any update?"
The woman in her late 30s just sighs to push forward some papers, her eyes refuse to break eye contact with the officer. A strange determination shined in her eyes.
" With the lack of any medical facilities here, her and the child's condition is set to deteriorate. This is a letter of appeal to the Royal court to shif
