Leo wasn’t going to die. At least not of meningitis, and unlike the first attempt, his new anti-rejection drugs were working nicely with the transplant. Leo seemed to be a lucky guy, but…
As usual, there was this annoyingly important but which turned things upside down.
It wasn’t enough to lose his muscle mass and body hair because of his cancer treatment. It seemed meningitis was notorious not only for its high death rate, but for handicaps it left in its victims.
“Wait,” Leo said. Eeli was moving the chair to the usual place. Leo pointed to the other side of his bed, where the window would be reflected on Eeli’s computer screen.
“Why?” Eeli asked while hauling the chair over the bed. Leo could have asked him to stand on his head at the door and Eeli would have done it. “You want me t
