5
One suck-a*s sleepless night and a rushed breakfast later, hundreds of magic icy needles pierced my skin and stabbed my organs. I bit down harder on the strap of leather between my teeth, sweat dripping off my temples and running down the back of my neck.
“Anything?” Dr. Gelman’s face hovered above mine.
Moaning, I strained and bucked under the magic enveloping me.
She clicked her tongue and shut it down.
I spit out the strap, my breath coming in harsh pants. “I hate you.”
Gelman loosened one of her shirt cuffs with a delicate flick of her wrist. Thanks to her last round of chemo, her lung cancer seemed to be in a holding pattern. It wasn’t better, but it definitely wasn’t worse, and seeing her not looking like a walking skeleton never failed to make me happy. She’d managed to gain
