"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?

embarrassed and disoriented as she left the examination

the time came for blood tests, Moira hesitated to offer her

scared?"

him, neither admitting nor denying

the courage to speak of

Moira stared at the 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

was cradled in a warm

encircling her in his arms and deftly rolling up her

lost in her thoughts, Moira sensed a faint sting on her wrist, followed by the nurse declaring,

on her hand loosened, Moira raised her gaze to meet his dark, penetrating eyes.

to do? Just moments ago, it felt like her heart

his gaze lingering on her

feet. "The blood test results will

her gaze, nodding as she

dissipated, and her thoughts were still sluggish. The potion's effects hadn't

her stillness didn't

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

unwell?" he asked, his tone

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