Seeing this, Jackson kept quiet. His eyes, though, stayed glued to Fiona, filled with a strange sort of worry. If anyone dared to mess with her, he'd jump in without a second thought.
As Allen was about to take off his shirt, Jackson felt uneasy and quickly pulled Fiona back into his arms.
“Can’t you just keep your shirt on?” he nearly growled through gritted teeth.
“Don’t worry, big brother. I’m still young, and he’s way older. It’s no big deal,” Fiona assured him.
However, Allen, noticing Jackson’s reaction, paused awkwardly with his hands on his shirt. He found himself in a tough spot, unsure whether to go through with it or not. What a mess!
“Take it off!” Fiona shot Allen a quick look before turning back to Jackson with a bright smile. “Just keep an eye on me, brother. Nothing will happen.”
After some coaxing, Jackson finally calmed down.
Fiona pulled a needle kit from her backpack and grabbed a lighter. She carefully heated the silver needles and began inserting them, starting at Allen's wrist and working up to his shoulder. Her precision was spot-on, and her focus was intense. By the time she finished, tiny beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
“Let’s wait ten minutes,” Fiona said, exhaling and moving to a nearby couch. “The concert’s in twenty minutes, so we should be good.”
“Will I be fully healed?” Allen asked, clearly anxious. The thought of messing up the concert and potentially his career made him uneasy.
“Pretty much,” Fiona nodded.
Jackson, sitting beside her, opened a bottle of water and handed it to Fiona. “Here, drink some water.”
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