“Wait, before you go, there might be a way to have a normal arm again,” Emmitt said as he approached and twirled his loupe magnifying glass as he spoke. “I’m sure you’ve heard of Outergen.”
“Who hasn’t? ” Jioni said as her eyes lit up.
Emmitt shared the same enthusiasm. But Jioni’s eagerness curbed as she remembered her Outergen brochure—she folded her hands, looked down, then wondered if she wasted time here instead of looking for it, but Emmitt soon proved this thought wrong.
“I know it’s pretty far-reaching,” Emmitt started. “But if City Two ever seceded from Geogen, I’m sure the real doctors in Outergen would know how to fix your arm.”
“So you finally admit to being a fake doctor,” Jioni chucked. She snatched the magnifying glass from his hand.
“Well, I thought that was obvious,” Emmitt smiled. He took the magnifying glass back. “But I’m getting there. I’ve only read a couple of documents here and there. Just let me know if you have more medical books around your home.”
“Will do,” Jioni said.
