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He had meticulously calculated it.
He made sure that everything was accurate and precise.
He wouldn't lose the Work, everything he have worked for just for the taunting of one man but he wouldn't also let the challenge to his genius left unanswered.
Still, even with the precise calculations, he still ended up staying in a private room in Bart's - Molly's assistance - with tubes and monitors strapped on his person, holding him down.
A shadow fell over him and while his face might not betray his emotions, the ECG gave a particularly sharp beep that gave his shock away.
His eyes seek the owner of the shadow and found out that the face of that shadow was partly illuminated by the dim lighting. He would never forget that face even if an eternity passes.
No matter how many times he tried to 'delete' it, the owner of the face always comes haunting him. All of those exercises of divorcing himself from emotions over the years have prepared himself for this. He was not able to stop the gasp of surprise or the name that his mouth had uttered.
"John."