"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

blood tests, Moira hesitated to

scared?" he

glanced up at him, neither admitting

the courage to speak of

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

cradled in a warm embrace, filled with the familiar scent of

her in his

in her thoughts, Moira sensed a faint sting on her

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

to do? Just moments ago, it

replied, his gaze lingering on her puzzled

his feet. "The blood test results will take half an hour. Let's head over

gaze, nodding as she followed him to the nearby waiting

thoughts were still sluggish. The potion's effects hadn't completely worn

her stillness didn't necessarily control

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

feeling unwell?" he asked, his tone

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