Just then, in walked a balding doctor carrying a clipboard with a stethoscope draped around his neck and wearing a white lab coat with scrubs on beneath. He peered at Kiki over his glasses, which were down on his nose. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Dr. Jonas Ramirez. So, how’re you feeling, young lady?”

Taren rose to his feet. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.” Before Kiki could object, Taren was out the door. She just hoped that he wouldn’t go far.

Turning her attention to the doctor, she replied, “I’m feeling much better now. My head’s still hurting, but it’s not pounding like it...