Zach had always been pretty sharp, so when his sister suddenly dropped a bombshell with her words, he got the hint right away. He scratched his head, deciding it was best to keep quiet. When his sister got serious, she could be downright scary.
Half an hour later, Mirabella wrapped up the session and was busy sterilizing the acupuncture needles. She asked, “Zach, when are you thinking of heading back?”
“I'll head back once I finish things up here, probably in a few days.” Zach sat up, stretched his arms and shoulders, feeling alright, and grabbed his shirt to put it on.
Mirabella nodded, “Cool, I’ll give you another acupuncture session the day before you leave.”
Zach paused midway through buttoning his shirt, looked at Mirabella in disbelief, and blurted out, “Another session?”
“Yep.” Mirabella tucked the leather scroll into its box and clicked the clasp shut.
Zach’s cheeks twitched, and after a moment, he asked, “Sis, be straight with me, am I sick or something?”
He remembered those people injecting him with something when they took him, but the hospital checks came back normal, so he hadn’t worried too much. But if everything was fine, why was Mirabella so insistent on the meds and the acupuncture?
Mirabella glanced at him and threw the question back, “Do you feel sick?”
Zach was at a loss for words.
“Don’t you think the hospital would’ve found something if you were sick?” Mirabella added.
Zach was speechless.
Mirabella, holding the box, headed to the door. She paused, turned slightly, and said, “You think getting a doctor to prescribe meds for your health doesn’t cost money?”
Finally, Zach’s expression cracked.
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