Hey guys! I hope your weekends are going well and that everyone is eagerly awaiting the next ep of Covert Affairs on Tuesday-I know I am.

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~~~TRUST ME, I'M A DOCTOR~~~

"Calm down, Neshama, it is only the doctor," commented Eyal as he and Annie waited to be seen by Dr. Goen for her check-up.

"Says the man who has probably never needed a doctor is his life," huffed Annie, sitting on the provided bed looking as though her very being there was in protest—it was.

"I was born same as you."

Annie snorted.

"I've never enjoyed going to the doctor's office," began Annie after a few minutes of silence between them, "even when I was a make me think of death. It's kind of ironic that I dated a doctor once. He was nice, enjoyed having fun, but it just . . . it didn't work out."

"Oh, Neshama, you will be okay," comforted Eyal, lightly running his hand up and down her arm, "This is just a check-up, and you have not had an attack since you decided to prove him wrong."

"But who knows. I could be getting worse and we might not even know it. I could be asymptomatic."

Their conversation was interrupted by a greying man of average height entering the room. Annie grabbed Eyal's hand, anxiety already making itself known. Well, at least her fight or flight reflex was still functioning.

"Good afternoon Ms. Moore" greeted Dr. Goen, his German accent present but not distracting.

"Call me Lisa." it was the same every time. He called her Ms. Moore and she insisted he refer to her as Lisa. The informality was something she hoped would calm her nerves and it did, albeit only slightly.

"Lisa. And this is your fiancé correct?"

"Yes," answered Eyal with a smile. He had readily volunteered to pose as her fiancé for the duration of her treatment in Tel Aviv. If it came down to it and they needed to be married for him to be more involved, then they would acquire fake documents. As it was they needed to acquire rings.

"Good, good. I have your test results from the last time you were in. Your condition has stabilized since your last episode. The nitrate injections I prescribed are working as they should, increasing blood flow to your heart and speeding up recovery after each episode. Now, have you been feeling any fatigue lately?"

Annie sighed. "Some, yes. At first I thought it was because I haven't been exercising like normal, but this is a different type of tiredness." And it was true. After a long run or spar Annie would be tired in her muscles, but energized. But this . . . this was different. She was tired to her very core, as if her body lacked the sufficient energy to function properly.

It scared Annie that there were days she felt like that. It made her condition all the more real. She could die.

"That's normal. I know it cannot be comfortable, but with the state of your heart you are doing remarkably well."

The doctor then ran through the results of the physical the nurse gave her when they first arrived at the hospital, noting that her weight was a little low, but that she otherwise looked good physically.

"I am going to keep you on the nitrate injections as well as prescribe you a minor sleep aid—I known you are probably losing sleep at night worrying about what is going to happen. I would also suggest that you keep doing what you are going: getting sun and fresh air, relaxing, and only low-intensity exercise. If you keep that up then the next appointment should be just as good a this one. Any questions?"

Eyal had one: "How is the transplant list looking? Are we any closer to finding a donor?"

"Lisa here is a prime candidate, but because she is not critical any heart will go to those above her on the list. That being said, she has moved up from the last time we spoke; as such I have faith that she will be receiving a heart in a matter of a few months."

Months. At least she had a time frame, albeit a vague one.

Would she be different once she received her new heart? Would she still be her?

And what if her new heart fell through? What if all of this was for naught? Was she destined to die in a foreign country, mourned only by Eyal?

"Thank you, Dr. Goen." Was that her voice? It was . . . but she didn't remember speaking.

She slowly got down off the bed, tired after the stress of the day.

"Come on, Neshama, let's go home."

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