Natalia’s POV
The healer drew my blood while I sat on the examination cot with the curtain pulled around me for privacy, then had me leave a urine sample to be tested. The whole process took maybe ten minutes, but it felt like hours.
“Well, you don’t appear to have a stomach bug,” the healer said with a furrowed brow as she checked my vitals and my throat for signs of illness.
“Do you think I’m…” I couldn’t quite seem to finish the sentence.
The healer’s lips twitched into a faint but warm smile. “Let’s check. I’ll be right back with the results,” she said before disappearing through the curtain with both samples.
I sat there alone, waiting, my hands gripping the edge of the cot the entire time. My stomach was still roiling, although whether from nausea or nerves, I couldn’t tell anym
