The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 314

Garrison reached out and accepted the vial.

It was tiny, small enough to be completely concealed in his palm. The glass was freezing, transferring the biting chill of the cooler straight into his skin, making his fingertips tremble almost imperceptibly. He held the vial up to the light streaming in from the window. The pale blue luminescence slowly swirled within the liquid, looking like a tiny, suspended fragment of the deep ocean trapped in amber.

Dawson turned his back to the room, pulled off his glasses, and frantically wiped his face with his sleeve.

But the tears wouldn't stop. He shoved his glasses back on, the lenses immediately fogging up until he couldn't see a thing.

"Thank God," he choked out to the wall, his voice thick and muffled. "Dr. Foster, thank God. All these years... it wasn't for nothing!"

Garrison patted his shoulder, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. "You've worked hard all these years. Thank you."

Dawson sobbed even harder.

Garrison carefully placed the vial back into the cooler. He closed the lid and engaged the combination lock. His movements were incredibly slow and deliberate, executing every single step like a sacred ritual. When he finally looked up, he found Jared watching him.

"Mr. Foster," Jared said, adjusting his glasses, his tone shifting into practical business concern. "What would you like to name this drug? I need to put it on the official filing documents."

Garrison fell silent for several seconds, his gaze locked on the silver casing of the cooler. "Vitas-1."

Jared jotted the name down and looked back up. "Dr. Foster, one more thing. If you need assistance navigating the FDA approval process—large-scale clinical trial permits, new drug registration, market authorization—we can handle the filings for you."

"Holloway Bio-Pharma has a long-standing relationship with the FDA regulatory centers. We know the entire pipeline inside and out."

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