Searching for Clarity
In hopes of understanding the full scope of Alan’s transformation, I found myself sitting in the waiting room of the clinic that had once overseen his care. The room buzzed with quiet activity, but my thoughts drowned out the surrounding noise. I clutched the edge of my seat, filled with anticipation and a growing list of questions that demanded answers. When I was finally called in, the doctor greeted me with a kind but curious expression, clearly wondering about the purpose of my visit.
“I was hoping to ask about a former patient—Alan,” I began, carefully navigating my words. As I shared my observations and lingering doubts, the doctor leaned forward, intrigued. He listened closely, and I could sense a shift in his demeanor—from routine professionalism to genuine concern. The more I described Alan’s physical resurgence, the more I felt an urgent need to uncover the reality behind it. I wasn’t just chasing curiosity anymore—I was chasing truth.
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