Saturday is more heartbreaking for me than the other days. Not only is it the day that Dr. Michaels decides he needs to cut away at Ronnie’s face even more, but it was supposed to be the day of our date. Books, ice cream, and reading nook, that was the plan for today. Ronnie was going to bring over her book collection and finally put it where it belongs. But instead, it’s surgery and bandages, fever and sickness. I’m still not sure if she’s going to turn because neither is the doctor. Her body is fighting the venom, but that happens either way, or so I’m told. I’m just glad that the doctor also told me he’s not noticing any of the signs that she is in immediate danger, other than from her infected wounds. Those keep getting worse, not better, and Dr. Michaels said it could even be that he

