Episode 2: First Day ​Series: Borrowed Time ​The morning sun cut through the apartment blinds, casting strict prison bars of light across Elias’s bed. He lay perfectly still, waiting for the familiar, agonizing tightness in his chest. He waited for the dry, hacking cough that usually signaled the start of another dying day.​It didn’t come.​He took a breath. Deep. Unobstructed. Clear. He felt completely, wonderfully normal. For the first time in eight months, his body was not a battlefield.​He threw off the covers and walked to the full-length mirror in the hallway, half-expecting to see a glowing aura of stolen health