PeterI couldn't remember ever liking going to a healer, but I had never been so nervous before. I sat in the healer's office, trying to keep still as I awaited the healer's return with the test results. Vasil had brought me here as soon as I was able to walk on my own. I had agreed with it, but now that I was surrounded by the sterile, clinical scent of the room, I felt uneasy. After the incident during my last date with Michelle, I didn't want to take chances. I also regretted sending her home. Her scent had been calming, her concern comforting, her presence soothing. I pulled out my phone, took a deep breath, and scrolled through the messages we had been trading since she left. How did your exam go? I asked, hoping to distract myself. She replied a few moments later, and soon, the scent of the room started to fade. As I tapped my phone, my fingers danced across the screen, and a mixture of eagerness and apprehension swirled in my chest. I still wasn't sure what
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