His beloved witch

Chapter 98: Heartbeat

-Blanche-

Chelsea spread the purple snail’s slime all over my belly before placing warm, plain stones on top.

"One…"

Chelsea’s stethoscope was freezing. What kind of archaic method was this? And the smell… Goddess, those damn purple snails.

"Two…"

I was nervous and still a little nauseous. I hadn’t been able to eat anything beyond crackers and ginger ale since yesterday, but I was fine.

"Three…"

Lycans have perfect eyesight, so why was Chelsea wearing glasses?

"Four…"

I grew more uncomfortable as Chelsea continued counting. What was she counting? The sounds coming from my stomach?

"Five…"

Chelsea was staring at a mirror on the wall in front of me. I turned to look, but all I could see were blurry black, gray, and white shapes—nothing clear or identifiable.

"Five... wait… six?"