(Aurora's POV)
Leo reached out and took my hand.
"Sis." His grip was weak but deliberate. "Thirty percent is thirty percent. I want to try."
I looked at him - at the hollows under his eyes, the IV line taped to his arm, the careful way he held himself like he was already bracing for something.
"No," I said.
"Aurora-"
"I said no, Leo." I kept my voice quiet. "Thirty percent means we're gambling your life on a coin flip that's already weighted against us. That's not a bet I'm making."
He didn't argue. But he didn't let go of my hand either.
Later, after the doctor left and Sienna's blood had been drawn for testing, Leo waited until Martha stepped out to pace the hallway before he spoke again.
"You need to drop it," he said. "The whole matching thing. Just - stop pushing."
I frowned
