SOPHIA’S POV
Lance stared at his bandaged hands for what felt like hours.
Finally, he looked up at me. "I'm going to do the surgery."
My heart stopped. "Lance, you don't have to-"
"I know I don't have to," he said calmly. "That's why I'm choosing to. I’m doing it because it's the right thing to do."
"But your hands-"
"Will either hold up or they won't." He gave me a sad smile. "The surgeons here say I have about a seventy percent chance of getting through the operation without permanent damage. Those are decent odds."
"Seventy percent isn't a guarantee," I said. "What if you're in that other thirty percent? What if this destroys what's left of your career?"
"Then at least I'll know I tried to save a life instead of letting someone die out of spite. I became a doct
