Pregnant For My Brother's Best Friend
I felt Jaden’s arm slide firmly around my shoulders, anchoring me before my knees gave out.
“Whoever did this," He continued, "knew exactly how far to push him without killing him.”
"Speak solution, doctor," Jaden's patience was wearing thin.
The doctor exhaled, glanced down at his tablet, then back up. “There is a counteracting protocol. Not an antidote in the traditional sense. We cannot simply reverse it.”
My heart pounded harder.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means we attempt to gradually reactivate suppressed neural pathways,” he said. “Slowly and carefully. If we move too fast, we risk seizures, relapse, or secondary injury.”