“Somebody help!!” She screamed far too close to his ear.
He flinched but said gently, “It's okay. Just a scratch. Nothing critical.”
She stared at him with an incredulous look in her eyes as if he'd just said the Earth was flat but only because it was a cube.
“There’s an arrow. In the left of your chest. Right where your heart is!”
“Right where YOUR heart is. Give me your hand.”
She did. He placed it on the right side of his chest where she felt his heart beating steadily and completely unharmed.
“So, it's just always been there?” She gasped in amazement.
“All my life. It's called Dextrocardia. It doesn't really bother me but I think today it saved my life.”
“Wow…”
“Could you help someone else though? It still hurts quite a bit and I'd prefer if you don't see me when I faint…”
And then he did.
I imagine this one taking place after an explosion at an arrow factory. Did you know there was a name for that condition? I had to Google it, but I heard about it somewhere before.
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