Two years later....
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Elena
"Tell me you have some good news today, Emmett." I sighed, flopping down on the exam table. The paper crinkled under me, cold against my bare legs. Jeremy joined me in the adjacent seat, his hand a steady weight on the small of my back.
Emmett smiled and turned from the counter, presenting a single white pill and a tall glass of water.
I straightened. It wasn't often that Emmett offered me medication—only twice in two years, actually. He'd sworn he would never blindly administer treatment again. Only when he was sure something could work would he offer it.
"What is it?" Jeremy asked, eyes locked onto the pill.
"After many tests—on you and those vials you gave me—I think I've found something that will do the trick." He held it up between his
