"Looks like it's time. Let's go for lessons."
With one clinging on his back, a second nestled in his arm, and a third tugging him along by
the hand, Zayn was like a tree overrun by monkeys as he strode forth.
He turned his head toward Mrs. Borah. "Please let Carla know that we'll be in the study."
"Will do, " Mrs. Borah replied. She watched them leave before she rapped upon the washroom
door. "Miss. Are you alright, Miss?"
"I'm fine…" Carla was pallid as she hunched over the sink. In spite of being in no small
measure of agony, she did her best to compose herself. "I might have the runs, so you
should go up first. I'll be out in a minute."
"No worries. I'd be right here with you." Mrs. Borah remained concerned. "Did you have too
much to eat at dinner? I'll go get you a glass of warm water."
"Okay."
After she heard the footsteps departed outside, Carla slumped down seated on the
floor. Beads of sweat ran ceaselessly down her forehead.
She bit down upon her lip until they were close to bleeding.
The excruciating pain continued to permeate. There was nothing visibly wrong with her right
shoulder, only the sensation of gnawing upon her blood vessels.
It dawned upon her that the injection that that woman gave her must be more than just a
sedative.
The substance inside might had been some form of toxin so subtle that it was undetectable
even to Naya.
"How are you doing, Miss?" Mrs. Borah hollered from the outside.
"I'm okay, " Carla said with a deep furrow. "It may take a while more, so you should go."
"Alright. I'll leave it on the table for you. Do take some medication if you are still not feeling
well, " the older woman said.
"Got it." Carla did her best to sound calm.
Mrs. Borah exited.
Carla continued to be tormented by pain for another half an hour before it fully
subsided.
After she struggled onto her feet, she splashed water on her face. She then downed a few
mouthfuls from the glass on the table when she came out.
Josh's coat and one of Venus's shoes were left on the couch. She felt conflicted as she
reminisced about the heartwarming scene from a moment ago.
A few knocks on the door were followed by Naya's voice. "May I enter, Miss Wigston?"
"Please come in, " came Carla's swift reply.
The doctor pushed through the door with a medical bag in hand. "Mrs. Borah told me that
you were experiencing some discomfort in your abdomen. Could you describe it to me?
Let's see if we have any medication here suitable for you."
"It's alright." Carla shook her head. "I guess I must have had indigestion from overeating.
After visiting the washroom, I'm feeling much better already."
"That's good to know." Naya gave her a pack of medicine anyway. "Have some of these
digestive tablets that I've formulated myself. I'm sure they'll be of help."
"Thank you." Carla took two of that and meaningfully asked, "Mrs. Borah and my friends
are your patients, and I've also heard from doctors in other hospitals that you have quite the
reputation as a medical practitioner."
"I might be the best there is if that does not come across as being too full of myself. Haha."
Naya was quite confident of her own competency in her chosen profession.
"Does that mean to say that no one would be able to treat what you can't?" Carla
probed.
"That depends." The doctor adopted a more objective stance. "Some procedures may be
better handled by my peers with the relevant expertise, as there are limits to what anyone
could be good at. Though I'm able to diagnose most ailments, there will always be doctors
from my hospital who I could call on."
"I see." Carla found it troubling that even someone with Naya's capability could not
figure out what was inside of her.
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