The doctor waited anxiously in the chapel, his brow furrowed in concentration.
God, I know what you are doing, but what is the meaning of his eyes? Why did you change them?
The doctor had always been close to God, and had never missed a Sunday mass unless his health forbid. Throughout the time he’d known Nathaniel, he’d been constantly conversing with God as to why the boy seemed so different.
No answer came to the doctor’s mental inquiry, though another thought did seem to spontaneously enter his mind.
He’s more like you than you think…
At this the doctor became more confused, deepening the crease in his brow. He concentrated hard for several minutes until a semi-realization came to him.
“Did you put him in pain for us to meet?” he whispered to himself.
You’re getting closer. was the amused answer that came to him.
He decided that he’d done enough thinking, and the door to the small room opened; Nathaniel stepped out, looking as if 1000 pounds had been lifted from his shoulders.
Nathaniel drew a heavy, relieved sigh.
“How do you feel?” The doctor asked.
The boy just shook his head and shrugged.
“I don’t even know. I can’t explain it…”
The doctor patted him on the shoulder.
“C’mon, we’ll get you something to eat.” He then turned to Father Paul, “Thank you for your time, Father.”
The Pastor smiled and nodded, ruffling Nathaniel’s hair.
“Any time, old friend, any time.”
With that, Nathaniel and the doctor left the church. They didn’t talk until exiting the parking lot.
“So,” the doctor began, “how do you feel?”
Nathaniel concentrated hard, scrunching his brow.
“I.. just don’t really know.”
“Come on, think about it.”
The boy nodded, “It’s like…” he paused, concentrating, “It’s like I’m split in half, but not broken.”
The doctor frowned, “What do you mean?”
“Well, I can feel something new inside of me that pulling me up, but there’s still bleakness that fights it…”
The doctor nodded as he pulled into the parking lot of a Steak N’ Shake.