What kind of pain could one person endure?Physical pain could be given a set of scales for one's endurance. People may tend to endure a simple scrape or a simple dislocation. But in severe cases, especially when the pain is located in the heart or brain, they tend to exceed the amount of tolerance a human body can endure and could result in death.But the kind of pain that no physical pain could ever surpass is the pain felt by the heart and soul.For years of neurology practice, the only pain that Dr. John Percy Morgan could not heal was the pain of the spirit. He could cure brain traumas and all that connect to the central nervous system. But this certain pain was inevitable. It was something he couldn't control. His knowledge of medicine wasn't enough for this kind of pain. It was unbearable.The pain that glistened in his patients' eyes could never be healed by someone like him. The pain of being abandoned in this world...He could hear the prolonged beeping sound of the monitor.

John Percy walked out of the house like a beggar.All his life he tried to be good to Clarisse's family. The only treasure that he had was her. And now that this situation was thrown at him like a bomb, he didn't know what to do next.He was just walking on the safe side of the road. He found himself walking on a bridge. Few cars strode relentlessly on the highway. His wavy brown hair was harshly heaved by the wind. He turned to his right and held on to the cold steel of the bridge while freely looking at the unrested waters below. It was the river bathed in colorful city lights as the busy Wichita buildings reflected on it.He came back home with a heavy heart. His face was still smothered with dust and tears.He hurried to Zianna's room, his daughter's. He just peeped at the doorway and saw that she was already fast asleep. He smiled in relief and decided to close it quietly.He started locking the doors and windows. He also covered the windows to avoid other people from seeing them

John Percy opened his eyes gasping for air. His gasp was too strong that he arched his body simultaneously. Then, he squinted. Series of bright lights beamed at his face. He could feel the heat coming from them, radiating to him. Then, he heard an inaudible sound. It was like being drowned. Slowly, he could hear it clearly as seconds passed by. There were several voices and other sounds that sounded like death.He could see the source of the light. There was a large group of white lights incubating his fragile body. It was right over him. He was panting but still weak, he slowly got a hold of that sound.It was a beeping sound. It was too familiar not to even recognize. It was his vital monitor.Gradually, his senses became normally stable. He could feel several itching pains in his body. But whenever he wanted to move his hands to scratch them, they wouldn't move.What's happening? Why couldn't he move his hands? He also tried to curl his toes or move his legs, but still to no avail.

John Percy woke up happily as he turned off his alarm on his bedside table.It's his second day going back to being 17 years old. He excitedly got up and readied himself for school. While getting dressed up, he could smell his Aunt Merlyn's bread toast, and bacon.Just like any other Kansans, John Percy's family was as simple as can be. They just seemed to live a simple life. They didn't have any hangups that they needed to pursue aside from his adoptive parents wanting to own a restaurant.John Percy hummed and ran toward the kitchen. "I really miss this smell, Auntie!" he happily exclaimed.Aunt Merlyn just snorted while preparing the table. "Just get your butt in here and eat."He chuckled and obliged. After sending 2 spoonfuls of meat into his mouth, the doorbell rang."Hmm... That must be George. Open the door for me, Jay!" Aunt Merlyn asked.He stood up and hurried to the door. He saw George's lively grin. He waved at John Percy."George!""What's up? Are you ready? Come on! Let

John Percy ran toward a familiar street. He was going to be late for his part-time job at 8th street. The name of the establishment is Delli Vet, a veterinary clinic in Wichita. He greeted his manager and he started to help them with all the pet patients.John Percy came inside to one of the wards for dogs. There was a chow-chow on IV. Its health was already improving compared to last week. The dog ate something that triggered its allergy so it was sent to the vet right away.One of the attending Vet Dr. Patzy Sullivan checked on the dog's chart and turned to him with a smile. "Are you going for the second job?"He nodded with delight. "Yes, Doctor. I can still render half an hour here before going there."She nodded. "Okay. Cheeky can already go home. Will you be able to deliver her to the store manager?" she asked. Cheeky, the chow-chow patient was also John Percy's Store Manager's pet. He recalled that during this time, he was so dedicated to the part-time jobs that he recommended