A Game

“Her BP is 125/80.” Martins said. He looked shocked to see it had reduced. Deep down, he wished to learn what Dustin had done, but he feared Ezra’s presence.

“Good. Then you're back to normal. You just need rest, Paula. Now, reduce the concoction to just a teaspoon morning and night.” Dustin said proudly.

Of course Ezra was fuming with rage there, angry that Dustin had been right about her BP reducing!

Dustin is escorted out and Ezra called Martins out.

“What the hell was that? Why did her BP dropped?” He askes the doctor.

“Well that particular herb has been proven scientifically to drop–” Martins was about to explain when he was suddenly cut off by Ezra again.

“It doesn't matter. I want to win, Martins. Tomorrow, that bastard will be here and I want to shame him.” anger flashed in his eyes and remained there.

Now, Martins was a little confused. “But I thought we're all after your sister's sound health?”

“We are. But a little spiking of her BP wouldn't hurt, would it?” Ezra said.

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