Third Person's POV
"Vivian, you're clearly not thinking straight. Your condition must be worse than I thought."
Mortimer leaned in, his voice like a razor. "If your current healer is this useless, we're swapping him out. Being sick is one thing, but staying sick is a choice. We'll get a panel of experts. We'll fix you, one way or another. Right?"
Vivian went ghost-white.
The man in front of her still had Mortimer's face, but his eyes were a stranger's—cold, lethal, and utterly done with her.
The thought of losing her hand-picked healer sent her into a tailspin.
"No! Morty, please! I'm not switching. Dr. Freeman knows my soul better than anyone. I'm staying with him!"
She forced a jagged, plastic smile onto her face. "Look, I'll get out of your hair. You're busy. I'm leaving."
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