-Elijah-
There was no way I was letting my friend die. He would live, and I would ensure this rare genetic disease of his was cured. Thankfully, I remembered the doctor’s name from the report Hunter had shown me. I had met him a few times before, during nights when Hunter and I ended up at the secret hospital in London.
I parked a car I may or may not have borrowed from Hunter—asking him wasn’t an option since he was busy kissing Angela. I couldn’t help but wish I could be in his place. But if I did, I’d have to agree to Hunter’s plans, and I couldn’t do that. Angela deserved much better than either of us, and what life could I offer her? I didn’t want her to be stuck with someone like me, but clearly, Hunter thought it was a good idea.
Damn i***t… A dying i***t I now had to save before
