Zach laughed at Seres, then moved over to perform a checkup on her. He poked and prodded her for a few moments, stepping back to nod. “You’re healthy. You’re a fine candidate for this sort of thing, I hope.”
He sighed. “You’re going to get sick. Then you’re going to get better. Then you’re going to feel sick again.” He reached into the drawer, taking out a key. He unlocked the bottom drawer, taking out a wooden box, setting it onto the table beside him.
“Are you sure you want this?”