Chapter 4

"All right," he said.When she left the room and closed the door, he stayed still for ten seconds, listening to her footsteps fade down the hallway. Then he quickly rolled to the bathroom, leaned over the sink, and spat the pills into his hand. He wrapped them in the tissue and rolled back into the bedroom."Doctor," he said quietly.The closet door opened slowly, and a man stepped out. He was in his late fifties, wearing a simple jacket, not a white coat. He was not the doctor she had hired. He was a private physician, an old friend of his lawyer, a man who had agreed to come quietly and not leave any records."You have them?" the doctor asked.He handed over the tissue. The doctor opened it carefully and looked at the two white pills in his palm."Can you test them?" he asked.The doctor nodded. He took out a small testing kit from his bag, something that looked more like a travel tool than hospital equipment. He scraped a tiny amount from the pill, dropped liquid onto it, and waited. They both watched in silence.After a minute, the doctor's face became very serious. "This is not a recovery medication," the doctor said quietly. "This is a strong muscle relaxant. In high doses, over time, it causes muscle weakness, loss of balance, and eventually the patient can't stand without assistance."He felt his hands slowly curl into fists."If you keep taking this every day," the doctor continued, "your legs will become so weak that you will permanently need a wheelchair. And any other doctor will believe it's a medical condition, not poisoning, because the symptoms look natural."The room felt smaller suddenly. "So the little girl was right," he said quietly.The doctor looked at him. "What little girl?""I'll explain later," he said. "If I stop taking this now, can my legs recover?"The doctor nodded slowly. "If the nerves are not permanently damaged, yes. But you need movement: exercise, blood circulation. And you must stop taking this immediately."He let out a long breath. "Thank you," he said quietly.The doctor packed his things. "Be careful," he said before leaving through the back hallway. "If someone is giving you this on purpose, then this is not just a medical problem. This is something else.""I know," he replied.That afternoon, he told her he wanted fresh air and asked to be taken to the backyard instead of the park."The backyard?" she asked. "Why?"

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