Emmitt analyzed the arm up and down and checked Jioni’s vital signs with an old blood pressure monitor. He shook the device to turn it. After the test, the ground began to shake—another earthquake—Jioni covered her head, and so did Emmitt as the light fixtures swayed; It flicked on and off. It soon stopped. Nothing fell or broke.
“Earthquakes. It happens when tectonic plates shift.” Emmit said.
Jioni’s eyebrows drew together. “Tectonic, what?”
Emmitt didn’t answer. He scanned the clinic and picked up different papers and books until he found a relevant one and nodded his head; he made various facial expressions and then went back to her arm; then compared the book image to the real thing. He even got a loupe magnifying glass from his pocket and looked deeper at her arm.
