𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀

✨8✨

"Rocky's reports say there were traces of vaccines in your system," Moonbin holds a stack of papers, reading through them as he sits across from me on the guest bed that is starting to feel permanent, "but then it gets wonky. Like crazy, wonky. There are all types of extracts that are very prominent, like through the charts apparently."

"What kind of extracts?" I look over the papers, but it's all in Rocky's handwriting, and of course, just like a doctor, it's barely readable. It makes me wonder how many reports it took to read for Moonbin to be able to read it.

How many tests are being done here exactly?

"You know how he said ginseng and stuff like that? Well, there's noni juice being produced whenever you take in water."

I frown as I stare at him confused. "What the hell is noni juice?"

"Beats me but Rocky added a note here that says it supports your immune system, delivers superior antioxidants, increases energy, and allows greater physical performance levels." Moonbin's expression grows more confused with each word. "Rocky found purslane stems on your hair which he adds are high in antioxidants, vitamin A, vitamin C, B vitamins and minerals, contain melatonin, and have more Omega-3 fatty acids than any other vegetable. He adds that he has no idea how the stem got there but as he removed some, more appeared at the ends of your hair."

I grab onto my hair and look at it. Now that I think about it, it looks and feels a lot healthier than the last time I really looked at it, as well as feeling really light on my head. Was that good? If all this was occurring, why wasn't Rocky telling me about it or being concerned?

He frowns, reading over, again and again, the same passage. "Impossible... How is there an Indian Ayurvedic spice in your bloodstream?"

"A what in my what?"

"This is insane! Turmeric is an anti-inflammatory spice and apparently helps with fucking cancer!" He looks over the papers, shaking his head in disbelief. "The list goes on. Goji, Camu Camu, Spirulina—There are Sacha Ichi traces in your damn nails."

I look down at my nails. Huh... Rocky cut them all evenly--Jesus how long was I out for him to do all this?

The worried look on Moonbin's face just grows almost angry as he looks up. "These are all from out the country. Exotic, as Rocky puts it, superfoods."

"As weird as this is... what's the point?"

"These are remedies, Rina. They're natural medicine at its purest form on your body." He drops the stack of papers before grabbing onto his hair. "For the little time they had you, they did... everything they could on you."

I look down at my arms. If they did so many tests and experiments, why aren't there physical marks left on my... "That's why I don't have any marks on me. It's a healing factor."

He frowns as he grabs onto my shirt's short sleeve and pulls it up, being careful not to touch me, to reveal my shoulder completely. "You had a tattoo. Look."

I look down and see what just looks like nail scratches of numbers. "I didn't even notice..."

The white-haired boy clears his throat as he pushes my shirt back up, looking away.