ears. I gripped the bedsheet, my knuckles white, a pathetic flicker of hope sparking in my chest. Would they react? Would

ng-

xplanation. Elliot answered, and Lena's tearful vo

in an instant. "I'

yn," Elliot barked at the healer. "Use the best meds. Replace the

r's in its final stage. You need to start chemo immediately." He hesitated, then added, "Elliot and Ryan didn

tears sliding down my face.

ed to say more but just

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pills barely dulling it. I curled up in my hospital bed, co

in there?" Ryan's voice was ice-cold. "You h

to keep tormenting me. Fine. Let them. I wanted to see t

d dragged myself back to that so-called "home." But the m

e been in the hospital too long, probably crawling wi

ey grabbed me and threw m

convulsing, blood seeping from my cuts and turning the water

ed when he saw me-pale, sweating, lips bleeding from wher

wrist, his voice low and sha

hand fro

and cruel, "but she's got one month left. We need her

brother. It kills me too. But f

dropped. I was left in the bloody water,

ing, and they were stil

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aff fished me out and tossed me into my room like trash.

my things. If I was going to die, I'd leave clean-no trace of me in this

ew them into a fire basin. The flames devoured my memories

e door b