"For many years, I have built this school reserved for children with...special abilities. I accept these students under my care; I show no fear of their age, race, gender, flaws, sexual orientation, and so on. I believe that these children should ha...
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Have you heard of the idiom, "just what the doctor ordered"?
Occasionally, the expression symbolizes a gallant physician arriving in the nick of time to rescue a dying patient.
Other times, this idiom is said to be a figure of speech. People often say it to friends, unusual co-workers, and families so their troubled minds can be consoled.
But if you are at a restaurant surrounded by incompetent consumers, then you can count on Brooke King and Nessa Phoenix who gets the job done.
Caleb, Johnny, the customers, and the staff all surrounded Brooke and Nessa as they began to heal the dying old man.
While everyone flocked at the chaos, one by one, the dead celebrities vanished in a blink of an eye.
Brooke brought out a pair of silver tweezers from her backpack and acquired a silver bullet dipped in blood.
Disgusted, she places the bullet a nearby trash can and asked Nessa, if she has a container of cleaning alcohol somewhere in her bag.
Nessa bobbed her head. "Yeah, I think there is one in my backpack."
"Good." Brooke smiled. "Can you do me a favor and get it, please?"
"Sure."
Nessa leaves, then arrive back, unscrewing the bottlecap. She pours the colorless liquid into the wound, causing the old man to wince a little.
Small puddles of blood and rubbing alcohol sprinkled the brown tiles-like condensed raindrops on a frozen beer bottle.
"You okay?" Nessa asked in a worried tone.
The old man tries to nod, but the discomfort in his chest made it hard for him to move.
Watching the girls from afar, both Caleb and Johnny trade dreadful looks.
They had no doubt that the girls can cure this man, but they are worried about the public leaking the excitement outside the eatery.
Who is this guy? Johnny thought curiously. And what kind of asshole shoots him in broad daylight?
Staring into the old man's sullen eyes, Caleb gave attention to his thoughts. They zoomed inside Caleb's head like pests orbiting around an animal's carcass.
"Dude," Johnny whispered. "What's the old man thinking about?"
Caleb shoots him a rude glare. "I don't know, man. That's what I am trying to figure out."
Johnny blushed. "Sorry, dude."
Sighing, Caleb locked his eyes at the elderly man and picks up where he left off.
Vital information flowed inside his mind as Caleb learned of an evil entity occurring in the murky water.
For ten years, it has eroded cruise vessels, devoured fish, and killed innocuous people -including the girl Brooke saw in her vision.
