129. MY ONE REQUEST

"Please have a seat." The Doctor said when they entered his office. He shut the door, walking down to perch on the armchair. Pulling out his glasses, he rubbed his palms together and began. "She was unconscious before she was rushed here and now she's fallen into a coma."

"Again?" Darian questioned, worried.

"Again? Has she ever been in a coma?"

"Yes, she has," Lena replied to the Doctor. "But that doesn't matter here, what can we do to help her?" She asked the Doctor, her eyes intently fixed on him.

"You have to be patient. Her amnesia is messing with her health, and she's been...