He’s Got Theories
Jan 19th, 2022 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The splinter was dug in so deep Jacob couldn’t see it anymore, let alone fish it out with the tweezers. By now the skin around the wooden sliver was red and hot to the touch.
“You need to go to the doctor.”
“No way.”
It had been nearly a week now, but he was still unwilling to relent.
“You’re going to get sick. I heard of people losing a finger because of the infection. C’mon, I’ll drive.”
“Maybe I’ll chop it off myself. That way at least I’ll be sure the microchip is out.
“Not everything is a conspiracy, Jacob.”