“You have beautiful eyes,” he offered with a serene smile.

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”

“Now are you going to tell me what you’re doing?” I questioned again.

“I am going to make your headache go away.”

“How?”

“With my blood.”

“I don’t have any open wounds.” I pointed out as if he didn’t already know.

“I do not need an open wound.” He continued and grinned at me, “It only requires a drop of blood to stop your headache.”

“Which means?”

“A mucous membrane will work in place of an open wound.”

“That’s gross.”

“Your eye.” He...

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