E K A K S H

“Your test results have only gone worse than before, Mr Raichand.” Doctor Carl states, his eyes wandering over the scans and other test reports.

A sigh leaves my lips as the hollow feeling resurfaces and my chest suddenly feels heavy and yet weightless. It’s as if there is nothing inside but a heavy weight has been put over it. This isn’t something unexpected or something that has been revealed to me out of the blue. I always knew that I was going to be standing in this position one day. 

It just happens to be today.

“So, what’s next?” I ask, hope fading away from my soul with every passing minute. 

“Unfortunately, we don’t have much time in our hands to perform the cure on you. You’ll have to stay in Russia for some days under our supervision, visit for your regular checkups because apparently, you’ve entered the last stage of CRDS. We’ll need to perform certain blood and bodily fluids tests along with others that include checking some vital organs and internal parts to ensure if your body is prepared for the surgery or not. The cure needs to be injected inside your bloodstream in four shots, each shot has to be given at the interval of forty eight to fifty hours. And once that’s done, we will admit you in the lab for four to five days and rewire your neural networks.” He explains the entire procedure and what’s expected of me and I simply nod senselessly.