"We are supposed to do the second invasive and now you are telling me it's impossible?" Shimon argued.
"We can't when he is sick Shimon, I beg you give me time to fix him up," Silas begged.
"Good…I will be attending for the next three days!" Shimon scolded.
"Three days?" Silas responded.
Shocked, Clarence stood straight up wooden against the words of Shimon. The look of desperation was mounting the longer he stayed.
"Get him ready!" Shimon shouted.
Stomping into Silas's office, he found Christian red-faced gasping for breath. Surprised that he was sick on an inflatable mattress in the middle of his office,
He quieted for a couple of seconds, he could make out sweat lining his clothing and bedding. Christian would partly open his eyes looking up at Shimon in response to the clamor he heard outside.
"I…do…it…" Christian gasped.
