Chapter 9. Miracle in Three Hours

Linda Wells

After taking the pill, I feel nothing has changed. The two doctors share a look, and Sue looks very nervous.

“How do you feel?” The middle-aged doctor asks me, and I shrug lightly.

“The same,” I reply to him.

“There is no instant rejection from your body, that is a good thing,” he says to himself as he takes out a small notepad from his pocket and scribbles a few words down.

“Okay, we will be back in three hours. By that time, hopefully, you should be walking,” he smiles at me when he says this, and I reward him with a nervous, shaky smile in return.

I watch them pack up their bags and medical things while paying close attention to how I feel right now. I just took a d*** that has only been tested on mice, and almost all the mice that it was tried on died.

If this d*** works, it would be almost like me being a part of changing the world, making it better for the other people who are completely paralyzed or whose loved ones have b