"Scared of dying now, huh? Why didn't you think of going to the doctor when you first got sick?" Ethan said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Are you going to treat him or not? If not, I'm leaving. I don't have time for this nonsense." Lydia, already holding her acupuncture needles, was visibly irritated and ready to put them away.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's get on with the treatment! Don't leave, okay?" Ethan instinctively reached out to stop Lydia from putting away her needles.

The moment his hand touched Lydia's, she shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

Ethan froze, the severity of the situation not quite hitting him until he realized he was actually holding her hand. He quickly let go, raising both hands in surrender. "I didn't mean to—I just... didn't want you to leave..."

Before he could finish, Lydia's glare intensified.

Realizing he'd put his foot in it again, Ethan hurriedly tried to backtrack. "I mean, my buddy's on death's door here. If you leave, he's a goner for sure."

His words were rushed and slightly incoherent.

listened to this exchange, feeling like he was on the verge of

to say something positive for

to say anything encouraging to save his

speechless, slumping back onto

going downhill. Dr. Lydia, please, you

rushed over. Seeing Alaric staring blankly at the ceiling, life seemingly draining from him, she pushed Ethan aside and positioned herself beside the

moment the needle pierced his skin,

my God, Alaric, are you okay?" Ethan

I got

Ethan was petrified.

was truly beyond help. "Buddy, I'm

the wrongly placed needle and quickly adjusted, inserting needles on the correct side

to be sweat beads forming on his

took a breath of relief and looked a over at Lydia,

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