(Aurora's POV)
I opened my eyes. The ceiling swam a little before settling.
"I just feel off," I said. "I'll be fine after I sleep."
"You didn't eat anything."
"I know."
"I'm calling Patrick."
"Phineas, I don't need a doctor. It's not serious."
"You're lying in bed at seven in the evening and you haven't eaten since this morning." He stood up. "I'm calling Patrick."
I didn't have the energy to argue. I heard him pour a glass of warm water, set it on the nightstand beside me, and then step out into the hallway.
His voice drifted in, muffled through the door. I caught fragments. *Symptoms. No appetite. Fatigue. Come now.*
Then Patrick's voice, tinny through the phone speaker, saying something that sounded like a complaint.
Then Phineas again, flat and non-negotiable.
Then silence
