I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah had never been seen by a doctor before. There weren't doctors, per say, in Halo. There were mages who were bolstered with healing magic, his own mother included in their ranks in her lifetime, but they weren't doctors. Climbing the stairs and following the instructions given seemed so foreign to him.
Phoebe was the one who directed Noah to where he was now. She insisted that he needed to be checked out, despite him telling her that he felt fine. Better than fine, physically speaking. But, he almost knew better than to argue with a woman who's training and career involved bringing babies into the world. She was as determined as steel was strong. He knew that. So he went, and he waited patiently, until he was called back to where the doctor would see him.
When his name was called, finally, he stood and brushed the wrinkles out of his shirt. Glacier eyes met her warm, soft gaze, and part of him did relax. "Hello." He said, quietly and almost awkwardly, as he reached his hand out to shake hers.
NOAH
