She watched helplessly as Caleb Baker fell asleep, as if he had slipped into a deep slumber.
The whole process happened in less than a minute.
Jessie Woolley packed away her syringe, chewing her lollipop into pieces, "Young people just don't like taking orders."
Yvonne Finley: "...It's my fault."
Today Caleb Baker took her racing, the thrill and the intimacy between them distracted her temporarily from Jessie Woolley's advice.
Caleb Baker was not a normal person anymore.
He had to avoid getting involved in stressful activities as much as he could.
"You really do care about him. You are even unwilling to scold him," Jessie Woolley clicked her tongue and raised her eyebrows, "The formula should arrive in about half a month. When it does, both of you can take it. As long as he can make it through this period, and I add some ingredients to his regular medication, he should regain his strength. And then you two can do whatever you want."
