Minutes later, below the prison, Delacroix's dead body was lying on the stretcher. Brutal covered it with a sheet and turned to Percy. "I miss him, too, but you did good," Brutal told him.

Percy just nodded, not saying a word.

"Come on, Percy," Brutal said, "You did the right thing wetting the sponge, so his death would be quick and painless."

"I know," Percy sighed.

Brutal put his hand on the young guard's shoulder and said, "He'll always be there for us. He'll always be our friend."

Hearing this, Paul stated, "Brutal's right, Percy."

Just then, footsteps came downstairs and everyone turned around to see that it was Hal. "Hello, gentlemen!" he greeted them. "What's this about?"

"An execution," Paul answered, "A successful one."

"How so?" Hal asked.

"Eduard Delacroix is dead," Paul told Hal. He turned to Percy and said, "Isn't he?"

Hal looked at Percy and said, "Percy? Something to say?"

Percy eyed Hal and replied, "Del was a good friend. I wet the sponge so he can die quickly and peacefully without suffering and pain."

"Percy did a fine job, Hal," Paul reported, "Plain and simple."

"Good," Hal muttered proudly, "Good, good, good."

"He's putting in a transfer request to Briar Ridge tomorrow. Moving on to big and better things. Isn't that right, Percy?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah, yeah."

"You will be missed, Percy," Hal told him. "By the way, my wife's got a brain tumor."

Percy gasped with sympathy. "Hal, I'm so sorry!"

"I know just the miracle to cure it," Paul assured them, referring to John.

…

The next evening, Jan and Paul Edgecomb, joined by John Coffey, Harry Terwilliger, and Percy Wetmore went over to the Moores residence to take care of Hal's wife, Melinda.

"Hey, ma'am," John spoke.

Melinda gasped, afraid of the giant man at first, but her husband assured her that he was gentle and was there to help her.

"This is John Coffey," Hal told her.

"John Coffey?"

"Yes, ma'am," John replied, "Like the drink, but not spelled the same."

"It's not?"

John shook his head. "Nope. Not spelled the same at all."

"Come on, John," Paul told him, "Do your stuff."

John went over to Melinda and breathed in her mouth, curing her brain tumor until it was gone.

When John's help was finished, Melinda cried tears of relief and exclaimed, "John, it's a miracle!" With that, she gave John her St. Christopher cross as a "thank you" for curing her.

"I helped it," John said with a smile. Even Jan, Paul, Harry, and Percy grinned, glad that Melinda's brain tumor was cured.

…

Paul, John, Harry, and Percy returned to Cold Mountain Penitentiary to the E Block. "Paul. Brutal. Dean. I'm going to miss you all," Percy said.

"You'll be missed like Hal said, Percy," Brutal told him.

"But not to worry," Paul said to Percy, "You can visit us from Briar Ridge anytime."

"Percy," John said as soon as he entered his cell.

Percy stepped forward to the inmate. "What is it, John?"

"I needs you to do me a favor," John answered. With that, he breathed in Percy's mouth giving him power.

"John, what are you doing?" Paul demanded.

Percy walked over to him and the other guards.

"Percy, are you alright?" Paul asked him.

Percy nodded and turned to Wild Bill's cell.

"Hey," Wild Bill said, "Are you going to miss me, limp noodle?"

Percy grabbed his revolver from his side, snapped and shot him. "NO!" he shouted as he continued shooting him until the inmate was dead.

"Percy!" Paul yelled as he, Dean, and Brutal rushed over to Percy's side, who now lied down exhausted. Paul got up and strode to John's cell.

"I had to punish Wild Bill, boss," John said, "He killed two little girls." He was right. Wild Bill had been the one who murdered the two twin girls and Paul knew right then that John was an innocent man, who would never kill a child.

Percy, meanwhile, was still alive. He was just in a trance so that he could do John a good deed, such as punishing Wild Bill. Percy got up slowly, feeling a little better.

"How're feeling, Percy?" Paul asked Percy.

"Much better, Paul," Percy answered.

"Now, I's will return the favor," John said to both guards and he gave them a handshake, giving them power to live longer, thus extending Mr. Jingles' life.

"Thank you," Paul said. "That was incredible."

"Gee, thanks," Percy told John.

John smiled and nodded at them, proud of his work. "I'm dog tired now," he said and lied down to sleep.

"Come to think of it, I am, too," Percy said with a yawn.

"You should be getting some sleep, Percy," Paul suggested and with pleasure, the guards went home to turn in for the night.