Receiving Good News from the Neurosergon
The smart eyes of the neurosurgeon watched Cynthia's face, he was able to first see the apprehension, then see the realization, and at last, the disappointment in her green eyes.
"Not to worry," he said reassuringly.
He moved on to the other foot and repeated what he did, yet this time, he pressed the pen-like device down further.
When Cynthia's face brightened up, George's hand moved to cover his mouth instinctively stifling a gasp.
*Cough!*
He coughed to fight back the overwhelming sensation that came over him, then he hurried next to his wife to grab her outstretched hand toward him.