Page 91 of The Forgotten Queen
Marx wished he could reassure her, but the truth was, the more he got to know her, the more he was scared to find out who she really was.
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Marx
Marx nervously drummed his fingers on the side of his armrest, waiting for Sydria and Doctor Moore to enter the room. He’d been waiting in the medic hall for over an hour as the doctor examined Sydria. Had she been his real wife, Marx would have demanded that he be in the room during the examination. Part of him still wanted to demand that, but he knew it was unlikely he would win that argument.
The door swung open, and the doctor ushered Sydria into the room. He closed the door behind them. Doctor Moore was heavy set, but rather than make him seem overbearing, it complemented his jovial nature. He had thick brown hair and big cheeks that added to his charm when he smiled.
He gave a quick bow toward Marx. “Your Majesty,” he said. “Thank you for waiting.”
Marx stood, helping Sydria into the seat beside him as the doctor pulled out his own chair behind his desk and sat down. He scooted forward, but because of his sizeable abdominal area, he only made it about an inch before he couldn’t get any closer.
“Well,” Doctor Moore said, looking between the two of them. “I’ve examined the queen, and I find her to be in excellent health.”
Marx looked at Sydria. “That’s great.”
“There are some lingering side effects of her coma,” the doctor said.
“She was in a coma?” Marx questioned.
He’d never heard that.
“Yes. According to Her Majesty, she was in a coma for several months after the accident happened.”
Marx would have to revisit that topic with Sydria another time.
“Okay, so the side effects?” he said, trying to get back to the doctor’s original point.
“Her muscles have weakened, but I can tell with a proper diet and physical activity that she’s gaining her strength back, and there doesn’t appear to be any permanent damage.”
“Good,” Marx said, wrapping his brain around that. “What about her heart?”
“Yes, the queen mentioned that she takes medicine daily to keep her heart working properly. She thought her uncle had said that it was also to protect her against blood clots.”
“That’s correct,” Sydria said.
“We did a chest X-ray, and although she has a large scar and scar tissue, I don’t see any lasting effects from her accident. In fact, everything that I’ve found from my tests would suggest that her heart is working as it should.”
“Could that be because I’m taking medicine, and if I weren’t, then your tests would show something different?” Sydria asked.
“Possibly,” Doctor Moore said, resting his elbows against his desk. “But we really wouldn’t know that for sure unless you stopped taking the medicine.”
“Do you suggest she stop taking it?” Marx asked.
“It’s hard for me to say without speaking to her uncle directly. I’m not sure what the medicine is doing, but if it’s not harming her, and like I said, I see no issues with her health, then I don’t see why she couldn’t keep taking it.”
Marx leaned forward in his chair. “What about her memory loss?”
“We did a scan of her brain as well. I couldn’t see anything in the scans that indicated there was any brain trauma. But the brain is a very complex organ. There’s so much we don’t know about it. Therefore, I have no conclusive evidence that her memory will or will not come back.”
No conclusive evidence? What was Marx paying this man for?
“Although, the queen did mention that she’s been having a few small flashbacks.”
Marx looked at Sydria again. More information he didn’t know.
“You’ve been having flashbacks?”
