"Hold her steady."
Juniper slipped a wooden tongue depressor between the convulsing girl’s teeth. Moving with rapid precision, she popped open a small case, drew out several acupuncture needles, and tapped them into specific pressure points along the girl's scalp.
"Oh, please. Look at her pretending to know what she's doing," Sheryl Yardley sneered from the sidelines, her tone dripping with venom. "If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was some legendary healer down from the mountains."
"Hey, look! She's foaming at the mouth even more!" a bystander gasped.
"You're right!"
The crowd pressed closer, anxiety rippling through them. Juniper was the campus Goddess, and her intentions were clearly good, but she wasn't a real doctor. What if she killed the poor girl?
"Goddess, how much longer?" one of the girl's friends asked, her voice trembling. "She's twitching worse, and her eyes are rolling back!"
"Quiet," Juniper commanded, her expression unflappable as she smoothly inserted another needle.
Two minutes later.
The girl's violent spasms ceased. Her breathing slowed to a steady rhythm. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, clear and focused.
"Goddess, I think she's okay!" A cute girl from the dance department clutched her hands to her chest, her adoration dialed up to eleven. "You're so amazing! Is there anything you can't do?"
"I'm just naturally brilliant," Juniper replied with a teasing wink, nearly making the dancer swoon on the spot.
"What happened to me?" the patient mumbled, shaking her head in confusion.
"Any dizziness or blurred vision?" Juniper asked, gently checking the girl's pupils.
"No." The girl shook her head and whispered, "Goddess, did you save me?"
Her memory was patchy. She remembered walking, then her body locking up, losing control, and the foaming. Everything after that was a blank.
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