"Wait," Sam said softly, certain he must have misunderstood the man. "Wait." He blinked, his gaze falling to his father and Sophie, then back to Doctor McCoy. His eyes were wide with disbelief. When he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper.
"You can get rid of it. Just... like that? But- how?"
He didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. He'd seen too many doctors, had gone through too many tests, that Sam knew that simply wasn't true. Incurable, they'd said. Only one treatment that might work. Only one. Expensive, painful, and still there was a chance it wouldn't do a bit of good.
And now, just like that, this man could get rid of it? Sam shook his head in disbelief, twisting around so he could see his dad better. "I must've said it wrong," he stated, realizing that had to be it. His attention snapped back to the doctor.
"Or you heard me wrong. 'Cause you can't cure it. Not just like that. There's no way."