GETTING PREPARED

Asher dropped his stethoscope and walked toward the fridge to get yogurt. “Did you just get together?” Asher questioned and walked back leisurely to sit on a chair. Zenos looked at him as if to say he should hurry and say whatever he wanted to.

“He's frail,” Asher said seriously after directly drinking a mouthful of yogurt.

“Perhaps he looked strong…” Asher paused and shook his head. “No! He's bony, and I know that you should have noticed.” Asher knew that Zenos was always attentive and paid attention to little details, so he should have noticed that too.

“Even though you're capable of using scientific terms, I'll explain in a layman's way: He's too tired, and he has overstressed himself! I could see traces of drugs, which indicates that he's using overdose medication, which is starting to take effect. His emotional and mental health isn't stable either! For someone like him, you have to take care of him well to prevent him from collapsing in the near months.” Asher clarified to Zenos