No one laughs now.
“Two…” the boy says.
The leg TWITCHES again.
Stronger.
Phones shake in people’s hands.
Preston grips the table.
His breathing turns heavy.
Fast.
Uncontrolled.
“Three…”
The leg MOVES.
Not a twitch.
A real movement.
Chaos.
People shouting. Glasses falling.
Someone screams:
“THIS IS REAL!”
Preston tries to stand—
His body shaking between hope and terror.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
His voice cracks.
“WHO ARE YOU?!”
The boy slowly leans closer.
Right to his ear.
And whispers something…
We don’t hear it.
But Preston does.
And instantly—
His face collapses.
Not from pain.
From pure, undeniable FEAR.
Because whatever the boy said…
Meant he was never supposed to walk again.
