Liadan hadn't been feeling well the last week or two. She couldn't figure out what was going on. Her stomach had been bothering her, she had heartburn, headaches, and kept feeling faint. Liadan hadn't told Oscar- she didn't want him to worry- not when he was so very busy with things on the Wizengamot. She had finally decided to get herself checked out- giving a phone call to St. Mungo's to get a standard appointment. She had asked for the first available slot, the healer didn't matter, and hoped that it was just a cold or perhaps the flu. A good potion would be fantastic to clear things up for her.

She actually took the floo network this time- which she rarely did, Liadan would much rather apparate or go on foot- but she wasn't feeling well enough. The idea of going out in public when she was so exhausted was daunting. It was impossible for her to go out if she didn't look her best, and even getting on her clothing and pinning up her hair drained her of what little energy she had mustered up that morning.

Liadan checked in at the desk and waited patiently for her appointment. She was met by a male healer- which did make her slightly uncomfortable- but she wanted answers, she wanted some kind of potion so she could function. Liadan hadn't felt like a very good wife, and she was still determined to make Oscar's life as perfect as she was possible. Especially with their one year anniversary in a couple of weeks- she couldn't afford to ruin it because she wasn't feeling like herself.

She needed a step-stool to sit herself down on the examination table- being just shy of five feet tall was sometimes inconvenient. Liadan did her best to maintain her posture- but within a minute she was slouching. She was just so tired. "I've not been feeling well the last week or so," she told him. "Forgive me if I'm a little tired and slow to respond."

Although he was head healer of a floor, Flynn still had regular patients. He also kept open slots for appointments and often filled in for anybody who couldn't make it in, or when the hospital was understaffed. Before moving on to his next appointment, a healer in training handed him the paperwork for the next patient. She was young, experiencing nausea, dizziness, headaches. There were plenty of things that could have led to that.

But judging by the fact that she was of a childbearing age and, judging by the ring on her finger, married, pregnancy could not be ruled out. The hospital was diagnosing an awful lot of pregnancies lately.

"There's nothing to forgive, Ms. Whitman." Flynn said with a smile, eyes crinkling warmly at the corners. "I'm Healer Hughes." He pulled up a stool and took a seat, "Have you also been tired more than usual lately?" Fatigue was also a common symptom. His own sister, as well as many patients, had told him that there was no kind of tired like pregnancy tired.

Liadan had to hold her tongue to correct him- being Mrs. Whitman was, of course, the biggest part of her life. Nothing had ever been more important to her than Oscar and their nuptials. Being a wife was all she had ever wanted for her entire life- and now, she had it. With the proper man. To think she wasted time on a halfblood and on Vedir Prideaux instead of having the best that was offered to her initially. She glanced down at the ring on her finger- the emeralds glinted back at her and she smiled to herself. Yes, being Mrs. Whitman was really the best thing in the entire world.

She looked at him again when he asked if she had been tired. "Exhausted, actually. Even getting dressed to come here today seemed to take it all out of me. I've been thinking maybe I've got the flu? It's that time of year, isn't it? I know my husband mentioned some of his coworkers were ill- so I was thinking he might have brought it home and accidentally given it to me." Liadan sighed a little, rubbing her stomach absent mindedly.

"I took a potion for the nausea- but it didn't help. The headache comes and goes. The only time I don't feel horrible is when I am asleep. But I can't very well spend all day in bed. I have so much to do- and I can barely get half of it done without needing a nap. I know having a cold or something else will pass soon enough- but I can't afford to get anymore behind on things than I already am."