"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?

disoriented as she left the examination room, akin to a

came for blood tests, Moira

you scared?" he

glanced up at him, neither admitting

the courage to

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

in a warm embrace, filled

Barclay bent down, encircling her in

thoughts, Moira sensed a faint sting on her

his grip on her hand loosened, Moira raised her gaze to

Just moments ago, it felt like her heart had skipped

course Barclay replied, his gaze lingering on

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

nodding as she followed him to the nearby waiting

potion's effects hadn't completely worn off yet, but Moira dared not make any moves on him

stillness didn't necessarily

hand gently rested on her forehead, and Moira shivered slightly. "I'm not running a fever, Mr. Covington," she said

he asked, his tone

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