❰𝟰.𝟭.𝟭❱ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ➣ {𝕡•𝕡} ❘ [ 𝖓𝖜𝖍 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

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"I looked at all your research, I read all the papers you've sent," Stephen was on video call with his associate regarding the possible operations and procedures that could be done to relieve him and you from your helpless body conditions.

"It's not gonna work," Etienne declined, "I don't think you realize— how severe the damages are—"

"Here's the thing—" Stephen tried to intervene.

"—The best have tried and failed—"

"I understand. Here's the thing—" 

"What you want from me is impossible, Stephen,"

"Come on,"

"I've got my own reputation to consider. And I can't take such a risk on your daughter!"

"Etienne, wait. No—"

"I can't help you,"

"No, no, wait!"

But the call had already been disconnected after Etienne decline the call.

Stephen let out a frustrated yell, slamming the laptop shut and pushed it off the table sloppily, along with the papers beside it.

"Hey, We're back," The apartment  door opened and closed and you walked in with Christine, your crutches supporting you. You and Christine noticed his tense body language. 

"He won't do it," Christine guessed.

You're father shook his head, getting up from the chair, "He's a hack. There is a new procedure in Tokyo. They culture donor stem cells and then harvesting them and then 3D printing a scaffold. If I could get a loan together—"

"Stephen—"

"A small loan, just $200,000—" 

"You've always spent money as fast as you could make it—but now you're spending money you don't even have. Maybe it's time to consider stopping," 

"No, now is exactly the time not to stop— because, you see, I'm not getting any better!" He yelled out, making you frown. 

"But this isn't medicine anymore," Christine defended, "This is mania. Some things just can't be fixed," 

Your father was facing the window of his apartment, "Life without my work—"

"ls still life. This isn't the end. There are other things that can give your life meaning," 

"Like what? Like you?" he scoffed, turning to face her.

Christine's eyes glazed over, "This is the part where you apologize,"