Bella eventually stopped arguing.
Still looking slightly annoyed with Leo, she sat on the edge of the bed and let the family doctor begin his examination. Leo stayed nearby the whole time, arms folded across his chest, eyes following every movement. Bella cooperated quietly, answering each question the doctor asked.
"When did the vomiting begin?" the doctor asked, pen ready.
"A few days ago," Bella answered, her voice tired.
"How often?"
"Mostly when I smell food. Sometimes after eating."
"Any fever? Dizziness? Stomach pain?"
Bella shook her head. "No fever. I feel tired sometimes, but that's probably because I haven't been eating properly."
The doctor nodded and wrote something down. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a blood pressure cuff. He wrapped it around her arm and pumped it slowly, watching the gauge.
"Your pressure is a little low," he murmured, more to himself than to her.
"Is that bad?" Bella asked.
