He shivered and rubbed his arms. Why did they keep medical offices so cold?
Still frustrated over his parental’s inebriated words, anger seethed beneath his skin. He knew it was because of past issues and didn’t have anything to do with the pain, but it seemed the more frustrated he felt, the worse the pain got.
Maybe he was overly tired and too sensitive to Shoval’s words and jabs this time. He tried to find the logic in the situation. It was what he used to get through most situations, especially those instigated by his parental. Most of the time, it worked.
Today, it felt like foolish thinking.
He rubbed his head and noticed it even hurt when he touched his hair.
Whatever this was, it was getting more intense.
The soft slide of the door made him look up.
“Phares,” the medic said.
“About time,” he muttered.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. We’ve been busy tonight.”
Phares rolled his eyes. When was a medical suite ever not busy?
“Whatever. Just give me my meds, and I’ll be gone.”
“It’s not that simple,” the medic said.
Phares shook his head. “I told the other humanoid. It was a pressure bump. I must have hit my head. I just need some meds.”
“I believe you. And I do think you need some meds, but it will not fix the issue.”
“What’s the problem? I have Miner’s Cough or something?” A common illness among the mining community, it could knock a miner down for a few days as the sickness wore through.
“No, but you do have Fever."
Phares rolled his eyes. “So Miner’s Cough then. Just give me the meds and I’ll be on my way.”
“No. Not Miner’s Cough.Fever.”
Phares blinked. “Wait.”
Surely he wasn’t referring to—
The medic nodded. “Yes. Fever. The Xianan Mating Fever. That was what took me so long; I was comparing your scans from your physical overview last month. Somehow, the pressure bump kicked up the Fever.” He took a step toward him, scanner in his hand, and raised it. “Probably when you knocked your head, I’m guessing. It doesn’t matter. What matters is the results. And you are in Fever. It will be a very intense one, too, according to these levels.”
Phares shook his head. Which only made his head hurt more.
“I can’t,” he muttered.
“Do you have a partner?”
“No.”
“Well, you had better get one. Quickly.”
Phares glared at the medic. “And where do I just go get a life mate? I can’t buy one.”
“In a way, you can.”
Phares raised his eyebrow.
