Halyna stared. Leonid stared at his own hand.
"It’s just old age," Leonid grumbled, avoiding her gaze. neuromed невропатолог винница
"See this? It's not a tumor. It's not a stroke. It's a tiny vascular whisper. A micro-hemorrhage that has healed badly. Your brain is sending signals, but the wires are frayed." Halyna stared