"No problem." Hank Fowler snapped his fingers with a flourish.

"Then hurry it up," Zara Vance urged, practically sprinting towards the leftmost thatch hut.

Hank and Luna Lovelace followed close behind.

Reaching the hut, Zara flung the door open. Hank squinted inside, his gaze sweeping over the interior. Willow Frost was sprawled on a bed of straw, her face as white as a sheet. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and she was clearly in agony.

"Where did the wasp get her?" Hank asked, his voice laced with professional curiosity.

"Her butt," Luna mumbled, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Hmm?" Hank's eyebrows shot up. His gaze drifted downwards, landing squarely on Willow's posterior. The left cheek was noticeably swollen, puffed up like a freshly baked bun. "Damn, that's gotta hurt," he thought, "but she has a nice butt."

"Looks like that wasp packed a serious punch," he remarked out loud, then turned to Zara and Luna. "Alright, I'm going to start the treatment. You two, help her up."

Zara frowned. "Can't you treat her like that? Why does she need to be up?"

Hank gave a dismissive wave. "Let's just say I'm not a fan of this position."

Zara Vance: "...."

Luna Lovelace: "...."

What the hell did Hank mean by that? It sounded kind of... dirty.

Hank cleared his throat, snapping them out of their bewildered silence. "Look, saving lives is time-sensitive. Let's not waste any more time."

Zara and Luna exchanged a hesitant glance before gently helping Willow to her feet.

"Help her to the window," Hank instructed.

"Huh?" Zara and Luna were even more confused now. What was Hank's plan?

Still, they complied, guiding the trembling Willow towards the window.

"What now, Hank?" Zara asked.

"You two can leave now. I'll take it from here," Hank said, his voice low.

"Won't we be in the way?" Zara asked, puzzled.

Hank adopted a serious expression. "The healing process is like surgery. Having you here might affect my concentration."

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Zara and Luna, utterly bewildered, exchanged another look before filing out of the hut.

"Hank, hurry... I don't know how much longer I can hold on," Willow whimpered, her body shaking, on the verge of collapse.

A wicked grin curled Hank's lips. "Place your hands on the windowsill, bend over, and spread your legs."

"Why?" Willow asked, her voice thick with confusion. The pose felt utterly humiliating.

Hank's tone turned serious, almost somber. "The venom has spread deep. This is the only way to concentrate the toxins for a complete purge."

"Are you sure?" Willow's eyes were filled with doubt.

Hank nodded firmly. "I'm the doctor here. Who else are you going to trust?"

Willow gritted her teeth, placed her hands on the windowsill, and did as Hank instructed.

Outside the hut, Zara and Luna watched through the window, their faces a mask of question marks.

Was this really how healing worked? It felt... off.

Hank took a moment to appreciate the view before him, then spoke with exaggerated solemnity. "Now, when I start the treatment, it might be quite painful. It's crucial that you maintain this position. Don't resist, or all our efforts will be for nothing."

"Just... do it," Willow whispered, bracing herself.

"Alright, here we go," Hank announced, bringing his hand down on the affected area with a resounding slap.

"Ugh..." Willow groaned, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and... something else.

"Hold on, almost there," Hank said, before firmly pinching the wound.

"Ahhh!" Willow cried out, her body trembling violently. Fresh beads of sweat formed on her forehead, tracing a path down her cheeks. She felt like she was about to black out, her consciousness fading.

Just as she felt she couldn't take it anymore, Hank finally released his healing ability. A stream of milky-white light flowed from his fingertips, washing over the wound like a soothing balm. Wisps of white smoke rose from the injury as the toxins within Willow's body were rapidly eradicated.

Within a mere three seconds, the poison was completely neutralized.

As the toxins vanished, a wave of relief washed over Willow. She took a deep breath, savoring the clean air filling her lungs. Her vision cleared, and a faint smile touched her lips. It felt... good.

"Willow, are you okay?" Zara called out, her voice filled with concern.

"I feel... much better. I think I'm healed," Willow replied, exhaling softly.

"Then get away from the window. That's not a very appropriate position," Luna added softly, her gaze fixed on Hank's position behind Willow. It just felt... wrong.

"Oh!" Willow, snapping back to reality, quickly moved away from the window. As she turned, her eyes met Hank's. A strange flutter went through her heart.

"Mission accomplished. The toxins are gone," Hank announced, a hint of triumph in his voice.

"Thank you, Hank, for saving me," Willow said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. If it weren't for him, she might not have made it. A wave of shame washed over her as she recalled her earlier attitude towards him.

Hank's lips curled into a smirk. "Don't go all soft on me now. I don't do well with mushy stuff."

"You..." Willow's temper flared. She'd actually thanked him, and this was the response she got? What an ass!

"I prefer you this way, all fiery and defiant," Hank chuckled, stepping out of the hut. He turned to Zara. "As per our agreement, the treasure chests?"

"Of course," Zara nodded, quickly entering the hut on the right. She emerged moments later, carrying two chests, which she handed over to Hank.

Hank accepted the chests, giving them a once-over. Just as he was about to leave, a thought struck him. "By the way, what about that poisonous wasp? Did you manage to kill it?"

"No," Zara shook her head, her expression hardening. "It stung Willow and flew off. We searched everywhere, but it disappeared."

"So it's still on the island?" Hank muttered, his face turning serious. That wasp was a real threat. Leaving it alive was asking for trouble.

"We'll get it eventually," Zara said, a glint of steel in her eyes.

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Hank said, hoisting the two treasure chests and heading off.