I saw Zora's expression flash momentarily with surprise. She quickly set the medicine bowl on the bedside table and smiled at me, saying, "Let's take a look, shall we?"
Her smile, so seemingly warm, sent a chill down my spine.
I pointed at the painful spot. "Right here!"
She touched the spot lightly, even pretending to press on it. "Here? There's nothing. What are you talking about?"
I hissed in pain. "It's here, it hurts!"
"There's nothing out of the ordinary!" Her hand roamed elsewhere on my body as she distracted me. "Any other discomforts?"
She was trying to divert my attention.
Sitting up straight, I kept touching on the painful spot and said, "That's strange, I feel like my head's been pricked with a needle. It's been happening a lot lately."
"Looks fine... Probably just neuralgia. I sometimes get that too," she said, trying to reassure me.
I cursed under my breath. My fingertips distinctly felt a grainy bump, and there was a trace of fresh blood. Yet she insisted there was nothing wrong. It was as if she was taking advantage of me not being able to see the area and lying straight to my face.
After a while, I feigned deep thought and uttered, "Ah, I see."
Perhaps she was feeling guilty. She told me, "Madam, have your medicine first. I need to check on Carl. He's playing downstairs alone and I don't feel comfortable leaving him unattended."
With that, she turned and left the room. Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. This was the reaction I wanted. If not, she would have hovered until I finished the medicine.
From last night to now, I had skipped two doses of the medicine and noticed a significant improvement in my mental clarity. The drowsiness was less foggy and the fatigue had lessened. Even my heartbeat was back to normal.
It seemed like I needed to stop taking the medicine. I suspected all my adverse symptoms were related to it.
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