Project Lazarus

pretending ever

him too, but something was off. I couldn't point to just one thing. It was little things-like how he stood too still when he thought no one was wa

aybe

ring a cold cup of coffee. I hadn't taken a sip. I wasn't even sure why I ma

led to the number I'd saved la

mett R

me in that cold hospital hallway, telling me Harryson wa

sure about t

probably wondering if he should even be talking to me without Harryson's consent. But

res. By the time I parked outside the clinic, I had rehea

d to be calming but ended up feeling more like a lab. The receptionist gave me a tight smile

came out and

was surprised to see me in

Just... I needed to

. I could feel the nerves bubbling in m

's more than that. He feels... off. He's quiet, distant. Sometimes I catch him just... stari

leaning back in his chair

dent Harryson had-high impact, possible concussion, trauma-i

nged

That alone mad

even changes in how they process emotions or interact socially. It's like their br

hat does that me

ght. It just takes time. But based on what you're saying, it could be d

second, I hated it. Not the ring. Just what it reminded me of. The promises. The com

. "Help him recover or... I

rn's eyes

n. If he starts to show signs of confusion, aggression, emotional flatness, or even paranoia... don't ig

or

That scared me m

o someone?" I pushed

ntioned that when he was still under

. "Said it's a waste of mone

the doctor said. "But if he keeps refusing and the sign

ty?" I r

don't expect. He might not hurt you-ever-but if he starts actin

llowe

d unpredictability, when tied to trauma, can become unstable. You've

though my heart

t the dashboard. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. My

son sitting on the couch, reading the pa

he said wi

t wrong. Too wide. Too stiff. Like he was copying

d back, hang

re you?"

o long. "Went to see a frien

d folded the paper.

t been thinkin

bo

I whi

around me. His hands were warm, steady. But

, Leo," he murmured. "I'm healing

ieve him. I rea

ctor said. About psychological shifts

eeling that I wasn't the o

e bed. His face looked calm, peaceful even. But I wondered

tantly... what