At Meta Doctors Hospital
"This can't continue like this, Rock! I swear, you'll be the death of me first!" Dr. Lambert snapped, his frustration evident. He turned to Ben, who was standing nearby, and demanded, "Can't you do something to rein in this stubborn old man?"
Ben merely shrugged, while Rock chuckled, clearly unfazed. "Oh, come on, you're overreacting," Rock said lightly. "I'm here, getting the treatment like you recommended. You even said I have at least twelve to fifteen months, as long as I stick to the plan. That's exactly what I'm doing."
The room fell into a heavy silence, the tension palpable. Rock glanced at both men before grinning. "Who knows? Maybe I'll be one of those 8 to 12 percent who could live past two years. And if I'm really lucky, I'll be in the five percent who make it to five years."
"This is not a joke, Rock!" Lambert grumbled, exasperated.
