I bit down hard on my lip, my entire body drenched in cold sweat as I let the highly sought-after acupuncture specialist, Wyatt Thomas, insert needle after needle into me.
Maybe it was because we're the same age. He was unusually curious about me.
For example, he clearly had no reason to follow up personally on the rehabilitation sessions, which were required three times a day, yet every time, he sent the young nurse away and monitored my condition himself.
Just like now: I gritted my teeth, my hands gripping the equipment so hard my knuckles went white, and forced myself upright through the excruciating pain. He stood beside me, silently counting the seconds, then cut through my struggle at precisely the right moment.
"Mrs. Jenkins, you have ten seconds before you injure yourself."
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