Speed Racer Fan Fiction ❯ All of My Heart ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: liana_bluestar 
Anime/Manga: Speed Racer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.11.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 163 | Visits: 183 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Speed Racer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.11.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 163 | Visits: 183 | Status: Work In Progress
“How is he, Dr. Johnson?”
The dark-haired man raised his head to meet the concerned expressions of the parents of Speed Racer and fought back the urge to sigh. As usual, they were concerned, they were hopeful . . . and they were probably going to agree with their son and daughter-in-law. Speed wouldn't be able to receive the treatment he desired once more.
“He's doing fine, Mrs. Racer,” he replied, combing his fingers through his hair. “Speed's resting comfortably right now.”
“Good,” she nodded. “It gives us a chance to talk . . . treatment options.”
“It does,” he agreed, idly going over medication dosages. “What have you and your husband decided?”
They glanced at each other and nodded, a silent message passing between them. Then the Racer matriarch looked at him.
“We want our son to come home, Dr. Johnson. Proceed with the hypno-therapy.”
The dark-haired man raised his head to meet the concerned expressions of the parents of Speed Racer and fought back the urge to sigh. As usual, they were concerned, they were hopeful . . . and they were probably going to agree with their son and daughter-in-law. Speed wouldn't be able to receive the treatment he desired once more.
“He's doing fine, Mrs. Racer,” he replied, combing his fingers through his hair. “Speed's resting comfortably right now.”
“Good,” she nodded. “It gives us a chance to talk . . . treatment options.”
“It does,” he agreed, idly going over medication dosages. “What have you and your husband decided?”
They glanced at each other and nodded, a silent message passing between them. Then the Racer matriarch looked at him.
“We want our son to come home, Dr. Johnson. Proceed with the hypno-therapy.”