"Having money means I'm not allowed to suffer?" Adrian's grip tightened on the armrests.
"What I mean is, you still have a choice." I gestured toward the rehabilitation equipment in the corner, almost untouched. "Some people don't even get the chance to fail."
Without the job at Ironside, I might not have lived this long.
"Is this how you always do it?" Adrian's voice dropped lower. "Tear open someone's wound and tell them it's nothing?"
I was quiet for a moment. "I just don't think your pain gives you the right to hurt other people."
He stared at me for several more seconds. This time he said nothing at all. He simply turned the wheelchair and rolled out of the training room again.
I picked up the record sheet and went into the screening room. Something about his assessment data was
