The Doctors and the Unanswered Questions
The following morning, Miles found himself back in a hospital room, surrounded by composed professionals speaking in the calm, measured tones he had grown to resent.
They ordered scans. Tested reflexes. Asked questions carefully, as though afraid of giving him false hope.
No one stood up and announced a miracle the way movies do.
Instead, they looked unsettled.
One specialist pointed to an image on the screen and frowned.
Another slowly shook his head, as if conceding something he didn’t want to admit.
“There are changes,” one doctor finally said, choosing each word cautiously. “Small ones. Unexpected ones.”
Miles stared at them, his heart still racing from the memory of the day before.
“And why?” he asked.
The doctor sighed.
“We can’t fully explain it,” he replied. “Sometimes the body forms new pathways. It’s rare. It’s… not something we can predict.”
Miles nodded.
He understood what they were really saying.
Science didn’t like to call anything impossible.
But it also didn’t like to call anything mysterious.
Miles didn’t argue.
He didn’t need a clean explanation.
He only needed to know that something in his life had shifted.
