I have her sedated. Don’t be upset, but there is nothing we can do for her.”
Nick saw the hurt on Shelly’s face. “What?” he asked. “We’re losing Mary,” she said, fighting back tears.
“Like hell,” Nick said and grabbed Shelly’s cell phone. “Doc, what if we gave her some of this juice we just gave Dr. Howard?”
“Nick, I know you mean well, but she is barely hanging on. She’s
probably got less than twenty-four hours to live.”
“The question is, will this serum give her a chance or not?” “That would be a question for Dr. Shoo.”
“Hold on.” He ran into Manny’s room. Shelly followed. She’d learned not to question this man who was blessed with getting results. He had become her miracle. “Henry, quick, talk to Dr. Wall.” He put the phone to his ear.
“Greg?”
“We’ve come too far to just let her die, Shel,” said Nick.
She put her fingers to his lips as she listened to Shoo talk to Wall.
“If you can get me the vitals, I could produce the proper strength for her, yes,” Dr. Shoo said. “How old?” He paused. “I see. Well, if Mr. Harris can get us back in time, I guess it’s possible.” He looked at Nick, who gave him a thumbs-up. “Yes, it’s very exciting, Greg. Dr. Howard says he’s going to nominate us all for the Nobel Prize for Medicine.”
Shoo listened for a few moments.
“Yes, he is a lucky man. He is the luckiest person on earth right now,” Shoo said. “So, let’s see if we can make Mary the second- luckiest.”
Within two hours, Nick, Shelly, Barry, and Dr. Shoo arrived at the FBO, the private side of the municipal airport, where Nick hoped to pull some more strings to get someone to fly them to Atlanta.
“Well, I’ll be damned, it’s the dynamic duo!” Nick yelled. Up ahead, Captain Dennis Hoenston and co-pilot Susan Ingram waited.
“We thought you might need a ride home, so we flew in yesterday,” said Dennis.
“How’d you know?” Shelly asked.