“That’s right, Ms. Tanner. Your physical condition isn’t ideal, but it’s treatable,” replied the doctor with his head down.
I turned to Christopher. His sharp gaze was throwing daggers at the doctor, and it was as if he wanted to skin the doctor alive. I tapped him gently before asking the doctor, “Then, why do I keep vomiting blood? Also, I get nauseous and dizzy all the time, and I felt l like I was about to die. The headache was ridiculous as well.”
“The thing is, Ms. Tanner, we didn’t make a mistake about you being infected. We prescribed you a number of pills, and one of them was an antidote for the poison. Nausea and dizziness were the antidote’s side effects. You vomited blood because the antidote was working and was expelling the toxin for you. As for your headache, that happened because you have been taking the antidote for a while and have lost too much blood.”
So everything is just a side effect? I twitched my lips a little but remained calm when I asked, “Does that also mean I got nauseous and vomited because my liver couldn’t handle the high dosage and acted up? Wait, then my headache from the previous night is just because I lose too much blood and have a fever?”
“Uh, Ms. Tanner, you are physically weak at the moment, but you will be fine after recuperating. There won’t even be any after effects,” informed the doctor before he stood up and handed me the medical report so that I could take a closer look.
I took the report and examined it. All I was certain of was that I was not dead… Or rather, I would survive. I won’t be haunted by cancer and will lead a long, happy life with Christopher.
“Congratulations, Ms. Tanner,” said the doctor before extending his hand to shake mine.
I took a step forward and placed the report on the desk. Just as the doctor thought that I would shake his hand, I threw a sudden punch and bruised his eye. “F*ck you!” I shouted.
He screamed and covered his eyes before looking at me and scolded, “What the hell is wrong with you people? Stop punching me or I’ll call the cops!”
I punched his other eyes and waited until he had both hands on his eyes before I kissed his cheek. “I freaking love you, doc,” I said.
“You’re pinching my arm, so it’d be a miracle if you’re the one who feels the pain,” replied Christopher, who thought that my emotions were running too wildly. He pulled me into his arms and bit my lips. That got me to yelp, which in turn, gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.
I lost myself in that passionate kiss and hugged Christopher tightly. At that moment, I was finally convinced that it was all real. I got so excited that I felt like crying and laughing at the same time. The issue that got us struggling for so long turned out to be nothing more than a misunderstanding.
Thinking back, the old TCM practitioner I met on the beach was telling the truth. I am physically weak but am actually free of any deadly illnesses. This is why he couldn’t find anything wrong with me.
“I’m going to live, Christopher. It’s so wonderful.”
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