“Her tumor has been completely removed because she took the drugs you refuse to take—the ones that will save your life.”
I tie my laces a little too tightly when thinking of Roman’s tactics earlier today. I understand what he was hoping to achieve but talk about an ambush. Regardless of what he thinks, I’m not Erin. I’m also not his lab rat. It may have worked for her, but it won’t work for me. Endless doctors have told me that, so the odds are not in his favor.
But it appears he believes that if I were to undergo the new trials, I’d be too stubborn and headstrong not to see it through. I would give it my all, and chances are, if what Roman says is true, I would survive.
Unable to think about this without wanting to throw up, I step out into the hallway, ready to spend the rest of the a
