I told Asher about my concerns of being physically unable to compete in the qualifying exams. I’d been weak during practice, stumbling on simple moves.
He worried about me, especially after my next practice, when the harder I tried to keep up with the routine, the more tired I felt. When I confided that in him, he insisted I go to the doctor to be checked out.
Instead of going to see Nancy and Nurse Irene, Asher made an appointment for me at the higher-rated hospital for Alphas and their families on the fancier side of town.
Asher drove me in his car. He gripped the steering wheel tightly the entire way.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” I said, in an attempt to comfort him. “I’ve probably just been overdoing it.”
Not that I could do anything about that. The qualifying exams were only a f
