"Scared of dying now, huh? Why didn't you think of going to the doctor when you first got sick?" Ethan said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Are you going to treat him or not? If not, I'm leaving. I don't have time for this nonsense." Lydia, already holding her acupuncture needles, was visibly irritated and ready to put them away.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's get on with the treatment! Don't leave, okay?" Ethan instinctively reached out to stop Lydia from putting away her needles.

The moment his hand touched Lydia's, she shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

Ethan froze, the severity of the situation not quite hitting him until he realized he was actually holding her hand. He quickly let go, raising both hands in surrender. "I didn't mean to—I just... didn't want you to leave..."

Before he could finish, Lydia's glare intensified.

Realizing he'd put his foot in it again, Ethan hurriedly tried to backtrack. "I mean, my buddy's on death's door here. If you leave, he's a goner for sure."

His words were rushed and slightly incoherent.

Alaric, the patient in question, listened to this exchange, feeling like he was on the verge of a metaphorical heart attack.

He had just asked Ethan to say something positive for once.

seem to say anything encouraging to

slumping back onto the

downhill. Dr. Lydia, please, you have to

alarmed, rushed over. Seeing Alaric staring blankly at the ceiling, life seemingly draining from him, she pushed

needle pierced his skin, Alaric

God, Alaric, are you okay?" Ethan was

no, I got the side

Ethan was petrified.

beyond help. "Buddy, I'm so sorry.

shock,

the wrongly placed

inserting needles on the correct

BUMS

more precise insertions, Alaric's

, sweat beads formingel.net

on his forehead and

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255