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?

felt embarrassed and disoriented as she left the examination room, akin to

time came for blood tests, Moira hesitated to offer her

scared?"

up at him, neither admitting

to speak of such

seemed to evaporate from her system, along with any lingering effects of the

a warm embrace, filled with the familiar scent

afraid." Barclay bent down, encircling her in his arms and deftly rolling up

sting on her wrist,

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

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

course Barclay replied, his gaze lingering on

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

she followed him to the nearby

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

stillness didn't necessarily control his

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

feeling unwell?" he