Chapter 2 BAFFLES

The sight of Mazur's family doctor greets my eyes the moment I flicker them open. I can't surmise how long I had been in slumberland, but I can tell for a fact that it wasn't some mere forty winks. Jerking myself up, I first ignore the doctor and ricochet my eyes around the humongous bedroom of Ray in search of him. I am still tucked in his bed, but I can't seem to find him anywhere. Not even his scent can be sniffed.

"Mr. Mazur Jr. asked me to watch over you. He went down for breakfast." The doctor says that upon realizing my unrest, his eyes scrutinized my face in a manner that didn't sit well with me.

But on a lighter note, I can infer his curiosity. It's very well warranted. What on hell is a maid doing in the little master's bedroom, and on his bed, to be precise? Well, I am not just about to explain myself. If Ray left him in charge, I am sure he left him with clear and concrete instructions.

But maybe I can ask what caused that blackout? I still feel a bit weak, but that is normal given the tons of chores we do here.

"Okay. So, why did I black out all of a sudden?" I implore the doctor, who seemingly seems to be in an exam room,

Why the hell is he scrutinizing me as if I am an alien? I get that this must be confusing to him, as it would be to anyone, but can he at least try and cloak his confusion even just a little? His gaze and scrutiny are freaking annoying!

"Has this happened before, miss?" He stops, letting me know that he doesn't know my name.

"Irma, and no. It's the first time I've experienced it. Anything I should be worried about?" I ask, springing to my feet because duties and chores are howling at me. I am sure people are wondering where I am.

And on that note, I cross my heart in the hope that the madam hasn't noticed my absence. She is totally gross, especially if you mess with her. I can't afford to piss her off. One thing she doesn't tolerate is someone lurking in their work or crossing the boundaries. As soon as now, I should sprint outside like a rocket. Hopefully, just hopefully, she hasn't noticed my absence.

"Um, it's pretty normal, Miss Irma. And from now on, you will experience similar episodes more often." Huh?

I snap at this doctor, who presumably doesn't know what he is ranting about. Is it normal to black out like that? Since when? And what the hell does he mean it will be frequent shit from now on?

"I don't get you, doc. Since when did a blackout become a normal thing?" I query, glaring at the doctor, who is returning the glare with equal intensity as mine. "And I scorn the way you are glaring at me!" I almost yelled, but I gritted my teeth to curb the howls from getting out of this room.

It will be a total disaster if anyone gets to know that I am here. If it weren't for that, I would have howled my lungs out at this annoying weirdo. I have always termed him a cool professional those times I have seen him in this palace, but today I vouch that I was wrong. I might end up slapping the snot out of him if he doesn't quit glaring at me as if I am an alien. or some weird creature.

He breaks eye contact after my warning, blinking a couple of times as he peruses a clear page of his diary or whatever.

"Forgive me, Miss Irma. I meant no offense. By any chance, do you remember when you last had your menses?" He asks, after composing himself, with the pen hugged between his fingers, to pen down my riposte.

"Umh..." I shut my mouth as soon as I opened it.

Well, when was that?

My mind takes a long cruise through my mental calendar, scrambling through it to see when that was, and yes. I remember. That was last month, not two. And well, irregularities are so normal in my case. I normally don't worry about it unless it goes past the third month. So, yeah! There is absolutely nothing to fuss about.

"Two months ago." I shoot, and he shoots a glare back at me. "It happens so often." I clarify to soothe his curiosity or whatever is going through his mind.

He writes that down. "In that duration, have you felt any kind of somnolence, mood swings, or anything out of the ordinary?" He queries.

Well, we all get tired here. Every single day is a work day. We spend the whole day running up and down with endless chores, so, yes, weariness is common. Mood swings; hang on...

"It's always crazy busy here, doc. It's normal to feel all sorts of things, and it's also understandable to not pay attention to what your body feels. I haven't had time to track anything." I sincerely respond.

"Well, in that case, may I suggest you come down to the clinic so we can run a few tests? Just to be sure." He asks, and I furrow my eyebrows.

Tests? For what?