(Avery)
The doctor came closer with his bag in hand. He looked calm, like this was something he did every day. Mom moved aside so he could sit beside me on the couch.
“Good evening,” he said. “I understand you may have consumed something unusual.”
“Yes,” Mom said. “She had a drink at the event, and not long after, she felt dizzy.”
He nodded. “Alright. Let’s check her.”
He took out a small light and asked me to open my eyes. He looked into them one at a time, then checked my pulse. His touch was cool and firm.
“Do you feel any pain?” he asked.
“No, just a bit tired,” I said.
He nodded again. “Did you have only one sip?”
“Yes.”
He turned to Mom. “That’s good. If it was only a small amount, it will not cause lasting harm.”
Mom exhaled. “Thank God.”
The doctor then opened another p
