Chapter Eighteen

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(*At the pharmacy...*)

Pharmacist: *is thinking "Oh Shit"* 😶

Eric Carr: Explain yourself. Now. 🤨

Pharmacist: Look, man. I just started working here and I—-well. See, I wear contact lenses and the day you came and got the medicine, I wasn't wearing them, so—-

Michael Jackson: *is already opening my pain medication, which comes in as a cream, and applies it on my burn marks*

Me: *giggles* You're such a gentleman Applehead. 🤭

Michael Jackson: *blushes and then giggles shyly* And you're a sweet girl.

Eric Carr: The next time you mess with my friend over there (is referring to me) *glares at the pharmacist* ...will be your very last.

Me: Whew! Thank God that's over with. 😅

Pharmacist: Don't worry, man! I won't do that again! 😅 I swear! *quickly walks back into the pharmacy building*

Eric Carr: *sighs* What a schmuck...

(*After FINALLY getting the right pain medication for Emily...*)

Me: *opens the front door* HOWDY Y'ALL! 🤠

All nine of the KISS guys: SHE'S BACK!

(*All 9 of the KISS dudes form a group hug around me*)

Me: Aww! You guys are so sweet! 🤗

Paul: Yeah, we were really worried about you.

Suzy: Did you teach that guy a lesson, Eric?

Eric Carr: Sure did. I don't think he'll get messing with us anymore, cause' he sure looked like a weasel-of-a-coward.

(*Everyone else laughs at what the Fox had just said*)

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