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“That’s really not your call now, is it?” Doctor Melton replied.

Yikes. The doctor was far braver than she was. She thought that he would instantly cave under the glare that Ammo was giving him.

“No changes. Everything is good down there. Everything is just like normal,” she said hastily. “No need to go into any more detail.”

Both men shot her a look now.

Sheesh, what did she do?

“All right, your blood pressure is a bit low. I will check that mole now.”

She was just wearing a T-shirt, so she drew the sleeve up over her shoulder so he could see her mole.

“That looks good,” he told her, using a magnifying tool and light.

“I want to do is check your blood sugar levels which just involves a small prick on your finger. All right?”

Aimee bit her lip. She’d never had that done before. “Will it hurt? I know I sound like a baby, but it’s better for me to know first if it will hurt or not.”

“Just a small prick, like touching the tip of a needle. It won’t hurt much at all, and I only need a drop of blood. Although I am going to take some blood for a few tests that I want to run.”

Oh, no. That all sounded horrible, and this was exactly why she didn’t go to the doctor, because he was always trying to suck blood out of her veins.

“You know I need that blood,” she told him. “What if I want to do something with it?”

“What were you planning to do with it?” the doctor asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I planned to raise an army of vampire bats.” Sheesh, what was wrong with her? Vampire bats?

“So you see, I really don’t think there’s any point in taking blood. There’s really nothing wrong with me. Look, I promise I will eat three meals a day from now on and drink two bottles of water.”

“Those are some big promises,” Dr. Melton said. “But I still need to take the blood.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. “No, I’m putting my foot down. Well, I would if it was touching the ground. You can just imagine me putting my foot down, because that’s what’s happening.”

Ammo moved over to her, and she waited to see what he was going to do. Hopefully, he was going to lift her down off the table and carry her out of there.

Instead, he sat down next to her, and before she understood what was happening, he had her settled on his lap, sitting sideways with her legs dangling down one side of his lap.

Then he gently grasped hold of her wrist and held her arm out toward the doctor.

“Here you are, Doc,” he said. “Take what you need.”

“I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with this,” Dr. Melton said. “I can’t really take blood from a patient who’s being held down.”

“Sweetheart, am I holding you down? Am I doing anything against your will?” Ammo asked.

She shook her head. “No, this feels better. But after this, I want ice cream.”

“We’ll get an ice cream,” he promised her. “Now, can you hold your arm out yourself so the doctor doesn’t feel like I’m pinning you down?”

“I guess so,” she said in a high-pitched voice. “But I also want some slippers with owls on them and a cool Band-Aid.”

“All right, we can do that.”

When Ammo moved his hand away from her wrist, she kept her arm out through sheer force of will as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, Kevin moved around in her hair. He’d probably heard how upset she was from the tone of her voice.