Alex takes a big breath in. Medea might be a little bit creepy, but she’s right: it’s her duty to know every intimate detail of her patients. She only seems creepy because she cares about Alex so much.
Alex exhales his anxieties. “Okay Medea, I trust you. Let’s give the medicine a try.”
“Excellent,” Medea grins. “Well then, I’ll add this prescription to your record of care, and I’ll get started with the manufacturing process. It’ll take a couple of minutes.”
Medea grasps the crystal egg between her fingers. Soft hums sound out from her hands. Small sparks start to pop from tiny needles in her fingertips.
“I’ve always wondered,” Alex chirps up, watching her sparkling fingers melt away the egg’s outer shell, “how it must feel for you and Aeschylus to process so much data all at once. Like what’s going through your mind while you’re doing this?”
Precision gels leak out from her fingertips, oozing into the egg as she spins it around and around ever so carefully, transfixed on her alchemy. “Meanwhile, I can’t even handle a little neural overdrive without needing you to fix my fog,” Alex laughs.
Medea chuckles. The familiar twinkle lights up her eyes again. “A good magician never reveals her secrets, my dear.”