“¿Are you sure it’s not dire?”
The doctor sat back on the table with her hands spread farther back.
“I’m sure.”
As she said this, her ears buzzed with tiny words after she’d typed onto her smartphone, “¡Stop scraping her throat already!”
“We can’t help it–you don’t see how tight these passages are.”
“¿How far are you? ¿You still haven’t fou–?
“O…”
“¿You see it?”
“I think. It’s rainbow, ¿right?”
“That’s it.”
But then the voices fizzled out to static, shocking the doctor so much that she jumped to her feet.
The patient looked up. “¿What is it?”
The doctor paused, looking @ the patient calmly.
“Nothing for you to worry ’bout.”
Li’l did any o’ them realize the chomp plant plaque that guarded the rainbow pearl in the patient’s throat.