An hour later, inside Nathan's room, only the voice of Dr. Edward, the family doctor, could be heard questioning Nathan and giving some advice. Meanwhile, Nathan curled up, occasionally nodding his head or giving short answers.
"How is he?" Alexander asked.
Dr. Edward sighed softly, clicking his stethoscope into his bag with a practiced snap. "It's acute gastritis. In simple terms, the protective lining of his stomach is severely inflamed. The barrier that usually shields his tissue from his own digestive acid has worn thin."
Alexander frowned, his eyes darting to the pale figure on the bed. "Is it something he ate? Some kind of food poisoning?"
