"Well, good morning!"
Dr. Horton was all smiles, looking fresh and well rested when he finally
returned around eight a.m. the next day. What he discovered truly surprised
him. The boy's appearance was normal, and his dark eyes even twinkled when
the two were formally introduced by a slightly disheveled but revitalized
Dr. Cooper.
"Hi, Doc!" Mike mumbled cheerfully through a mouthful of scrambled
eggs. He waved his fork.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Horton asked, staring in disbelief
at the person he could hardly believe had been practically dead for twelve
hours.
"Great!" Mike replied, swallowing, "But I sure am hungry! Got any more
of this stuff around to spare?"
"But son, that was your third helping! You ought to rest awhile, or
you'll make yourself sick," Cooper protested.
"I-I DON'T think so," Mike firmly disagreed, with a far-away look.
Cooper gave Horton an exasperated glance.
"Don't be so worried," Horton whispered. "There may be some reason
for this we don't understand at the moment."
To cover up their speculations, Cooper sighed heavily. "God!" he said
to no one in particular, "What will ever become of this younger generation?
They're always getting their own way!"
Mike laughed.
"Don't panic, son, I'll order up another plate of those eggs for you
in a jiffy!" Cooper turned to the phone.
"Thanks, Doc!"
While Cooper phoned the cafeteria, Dr. Horton went to the machines,
then to the young man in the bed. Since Mike was finished with his recent
meal, he pushed the bedside stand away, and got him to lie back for a quick
exam. There was no sign of protest. There was such a peaceful, indescribable
feeling of loving innocence that enveloped Mike now. Dr. Horton wondered
if what had caused this transformation with him was proper. Would Mike
ever be able to fight back in a tight situation, or had he become too "perfect"
for his own good?
"Why all the checks, Doc? I'm getting kind of worried. Is there something
really wrong with me?"
"Just routine exams, Michael. No need to worry. You had a horrible
accident yesterday.
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