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“I Can Help You Walk Again,” the Black Girl Told the Billionaire — His Fiancée Turned Pale

“I Can Help You Walk Again,” the Black Girl Told the Billionaire — His Fiancée Turned Pale

Chapter 21

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The doctor stared at the pill. "What is this?""I need you to tell me."Samuel looked up. "Where did you get it?""That's a longer story."The doctor picked up the bag, examined the tablet carefully, then frowned. "Do you have more?""No.""Can I test it?""That's why you're here."Samuel nodded slowly. For the next thirty minutes, he worked quietly: opening small testing kits, examining markings, taking notes. The room remained silent except for the ticking of an antique clock. Ethan watched every movement, every expression, every reaction.Finally, Samuel sat back. His face had become very serious; the sight immediately made Ethan's stomach tighten."What is it?"Samuel didn't answer immediately. Instead, he removed his glasses, folded them carefully, then looked directly at Ethan. "Where exactly did this come from?"The question sounded different now: heavier, more urgent.Ethan swallowed. "Just tell me."Samuel exhaled slowly. "This is not a medication intended to strengthen muscle recovery."The room suddenly felt smaller. Ethan's pulse quickened. "What does it do?"The doctor studied him carefully, then answered: "It relaxes muscles."Ethan stared. "That's bad?""Not necessarily," Samuel paused. "Unless someone takes it long-term."The silence that followed seemed endless. "What happens then?"The doctor leaned forward. "Extended use can contribute to muscle weakness."Ethan felt his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
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