Settled (Patreon)

The doctor would spend almost 4 years in prison, the settlement with the drug company was in the bank, and he had mostly made peace with all of the side effects from the non-consensual trial. The eating, the drinking, the lifting, the running, his body’s constant need to stay active and fed. No one could answer for certain what this would do to his life expectancy, but the opinions went in both directions, so he had stopped caring. What he hadn’t gotten used to was constantly being hot as a furnace, as his metabolism raced to convert energy. But winter days like these he could let go of all that and just feel the wind against the skin in the black diamond slopes.