Alex walked out into the hallway and knocked on the old man's door.
From the looks of it, it was already past midnight. He had been working on this for so long that he hadn't even noticed time's passing.
The old man opened the door, a sense of loss clear on his face. The old man had resigned to fate. "And I thought I looked shit," he said before fully opening the door to let Alex in.
"I assume you need another one," he said, his hands reaching for his stomach. "Should I grow it now?"
"Yes," Alex said. "But not to take it out."
He pulled out the pill bottle and showed it to the man with a wide grin on his face. "It's done."
The old man looked at the bottle, then at Alex's smile. Only then did the words register.
"The pill?" he asked.
"Yes," Alex said, handing the pill over to the old man. "I worked quite hard for it, so let us hope for both our sake that it works."
