Celina replied with difficulty; the pressure in her head was unbearable.

“I’m feeling really sick… my head feels like it’s going to explode…”

“Love, sit here. Let me check your blood pressure,” Thor said, helping her sit down in the armchair.

He picked up the blood pressure monitor and, with steady hands—though panic was raging inside him—measured his wife’s pressure.

The screen blinked. Then the numbers appeared.

“Damn… 160 over 100…” he thought, distressed.

He measured it three times. The rea