Keeley began her consultations the day after Halloween. She wasn't as worried as Aaron was about their daughter since she knew what teenage girls were like but was still a bit concerned. Violet had really been having a tough time lately at school.
She tried shaking those thoughts loose. She needed to concentrate on her first volunteer, a man in his mid-thirties with cystic fibrosis named James.
He knew that the average life expectancy for a person with the disease was about forty years and his lungs had gotten progressively worse over time. This was his last-ditch effort to save himself. He didn't even care about potential side effects and signed the waiver after briefly scanning it, no questions asked.
Keeley told him exactly what she would be doing, trying to explain vectors and cell replacement in the simplest terms she could. James didn't seem terribly concerned by the technical babble. He just wanted to be fixed.
