Eitan moved fast, catching Ava's falling body before she hit the ground, his brows furrowed as he stared at her. 'What on earth happened to her?'
The wrinkle between his brows deepened as he brushed away a few locks of blonde hair that were clinging to her damp face. She was sweating but her body was incredibly cold.
'She's too light… is she sick?' He wondered as he gently gathered her small frame in his arms and walked into a bedroom separate from his, gradually laying her on the bed. His eyes scanned her face for a few seconds before he turned away.
"I should call a doctor." He muttered, leaving the room and heading back to his study. He picked off the phone on his desk, tapping a few times to make a call.
"Hello? Yes, I need you to take care of something for me… bring a nurse along with you too… be here as fast as you can. I'll be waiting." Then he hung up, sighing as he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
'Really… what have I gotten myself into…?'
He knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day if he didn't get to the bottom of this seemingly urgent matter. He walked back to the room he had put Ava in, leaning against the door frame as he watched her sleeping form.
Her face was pale and her forehead covered in beads of sweat, she seemed to be breathing too fast too. Fever? Eitan wondered. It could be, he wasn't sure but one thing he knew for certain was that she needed a change of clothes.
He clicked his tongue. 'Those are filthy… where in the world was she before coming here?'
There were no clothes fit for a lady in his apartment, so he either had to find out how to make things work with what he had or he went out to find something for her to wear.
Eitan crossed his arms over his chest and turned around, making his way to his room. He didn't have the motivation to leave his house, so he'd decided to go and search his wardrobe instead.
He came back to where Ava was lying a few minutes later with a medium sized shirt and a pair of jean shorts. 'It'll probably be too big for her…' He thought, but it wasn't like there were any other options.
Soon enough, he heard the sound of his doorbell and went to the living room, looking through the peephole before pulling open the door.
"Welcome–"
"Mr. Berger!" A man in a white medical coat rushed in, looking panicked, his eyes roaming Eitan warily. "Is there something wrong? Are you ill?!"
The Nurse who had come with him looked equally as worried as she held his briefcase, her lips pursed as she scanned Eitan's tall frame.
"Something's wrong, but not with me." Eitan said quietly with a sigh. "Come."
He didn't even spare a glance back to make sure they were following him, he gently pushed open the door to the room Ava was in.
"Carry out a thorough check up on her, will you?" He said, walking to a seat in the room and settling in it. "Something's not right."
The Doctor and the Nurse who came with him exchanged a curious glance. Anyone could tell what question was bubbling up in their minds.
'Who is this woman… and what is she doing in his apartment?'
But they didn't dare ask and quietly did as they were told. The doctor worked gently, all the while wondering what had happened to Ava's clothes.
A few moments later, he let out a low hum.
Eitan sat up on his chair. "What's wrong?"
The doctor shook his head. "Apart from a little malnourishment and a few bruises, I can't find anything worth worrying too much about."
A crease formed between Eitan's brows. "Bruises? What bruises?"
The doctor nodded, holding up Ava's hand for him to see and Eitan's frown deepened.
Her fingernails were short. So short they were almost nonexistent but that wasn't the problem… The issue was that the skin at the tip of her fingers were raw and tender… almost bloody.
'What the–'
"It seems the Miss has a habit of peeling off her own skin…" The doctor frowned. "Does she sometimes show symptoms of anxiety?"
Eitan rubbed his forehead. "I don't know."
The doctor nodded in understanding. "Does she have a habit of throwing up her food a few minutes after eating?"
Eitan pursed his lips. "...I don't know that either…"
"I see…" The doctor voiced, taking out a pen and paper from his bag. "I'll prescribe some medications and I'll wrap her fingers in bandages… though you have to keep an eye on her… from the looks of it, she doesn't allow her bruises to heal before she starts to pick at her skin again."
Eitan's eyebrow twitched, his gaze moving to Ava's face. "I understand."
'Was she almost assaulted again?'
"Let me know if anything else comes up." The doctor told him, standing up and handing him a piece of paper. "I'll come right away."
Eitan nodded then turned to the nurse. "Clean her up as best as you can and change her clothes." He said, pointing at the pair of clothes at the foot of the bed. "The both of you can leave after that."
Both the doctor and nurse nodded their heads respectfully as he walked to door. The male doctor walked out first and Eitan took one more lingering glance at Ava's face before closing the door shut behind him.
Eitan took a proper look at the piece of paper the doctor had handed him, reading what was written on it and sighing.
The doctor flinched when he heard it, nearly jumping out of his coat. "I–I can get the medications if you want, Mr. Berger! There's no need to bother yourself."
"No, it's fine." Eitan told him calmly. "I'll get them myself."