"She collapsed," said Caesar.
"I don't know what's wrong with her, or why," he continued. "I feel like it's my fault. Maybe, I shouldn't have been quick to try to get her to therapy. Maybe I should've given her time to get used to everything and…I don't know."
He lowered his head, rubbing his temple.
Roman stared at him, sighing.
"It's not your fault, Caesar."
"Roman—"
"I mean it. It's not your fault in any way." Roman shook his head. "She's your wife and you were only looking out for her. All this might be related to her condition. We don't know yet, so don't mope, alright? Let's wait for the doctor and see what he has to say."
Caesar nodded and the more they waited, the more restless he got. Lifting his head was when the doctor, Dima finally approached with a light smile on his face.
"How is she?" he asked.
The doctor nodded. "She's perfectly fine, don't worry, sir. She's awake too if you would like to see her."
