Her hand presses the wand firmly against my skin, roaming slowing left, then right, finally stopping when she moves it slightly down.

"Ah, ha!" she blurts out. "Dr. Walsh, is this what you were talking about?"

He steps forward, craning his neck to look past her.

"Yes," he whispers.

Dominic moves closer to my side, cautious. I look up at him, his forehead knitted together. "Is something wrong?" he asks. Both doctors glance up at him.

"No, no," Dr. Walsh ...