Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable
Indeed, there was no pain.
Sydney's movements were quick and precise. In no time, she neatly arranged silver needles of varying thickness in the proper points.
Sydney rose, walked to the window, and drew the curtains open, letting the morning sun spill into the room.
Florence instinctively squinted. "Dr. Wilson, it's too bright..."
"You need the sun." Sydney studied her bloodless face and said gently, "Sunlight restores energy. The temperature isn't high at this hour, so it's perfect. If you're worried about tanning, I can help your skin recover later. What matters most now is healing your legs."