She Flash-Married To His Rival

"Where does it hurt?" the doctor inquired.

Moira instinctively glanced at Barclay. "She drank a bit, and it's possible someone slipped something into it."

The doctor frowned. "Any symptoms? Let your wife speak," he instructed.

This time, Barclay remained silent as the doctor spoke first.

Moira, feeling guilty as the culprit, hurriedly spoke up. "I feel overheated, constantly thirsty, and unable to sleep."

"Anything else?" The doctor continued his examination, listening to her heartbeat and breath.

Moira hesitated to speak of the rest. Under the doctor's scrutinizing gaze, she clasped her hands, her voice trembling. "There's this strange sensation in my body, hard to describe, just not quite right." 'Did you catch my drift, doctor?' she wondered.

"It shouldn't be anything major. Let's run an ECG, check your blood pressure, and do some blood tests. If the results come back clean, you should be good to go." The doctor glanced at the paperwork. "For a couple like you, this discomfort doesn't warrant a trip to the hospital."

The doctor's words were elusive, yet Moira grasped their meaning.

It was plain: a few sips of love potion and a night together would do the trick for a couple like them. Why rush to the hospital's emergency room?

she left the examination room, akin to

the time came for blood tests, Moira

scared?"

up at him, neither admitting nor

she find the courage to speak of such a humiliating

needle, she began to tremble. At that moment, the alcohol seemed to evaporate from her system, along with any lingering effects of the love potion, leaving her unusually clear-headed. "Moira?" The nurse repeated her name. Moira bit her lip, slowly extending her

a warm embrace, filled with the familiar

her in his arms and deftly rolling

sensed a faint sting on her wrist, followed by the nurse declaring,

raised her gaze to meet his dark, penetrating eyes. "Much obliged,

ago, it felt like

replied, his gaze lingering on her

results will take half an hour. Let's head over there and

nervously averted her gaze, nodding as she followed him to the nearby

still sluggish. The potion's effects hadn't completely worn off yet, but Moira dared not make any

didn't necessarily control his

shivered slightly. "I'm not running a fever, Mr. Covington,"

feeling unwell?" he