Seth jumps out of the bed, quickly crossing to the door and ripping it open. “We need a nurse!”
“Seth, stop,” I say, but he’s not listening to me at all.
“Molly, I know you don’t want to,” he says, a furious look on his face. “But you have to take the medicine. The babies won't have a chance without it.”
“They do, though!” I exclaim, but he shakes his head.
“No!” he roars, thoroughly and completely furious now.
“Just f*****g listen!” I yell at him as a nurse walks in, her eyes wide, clearly trying to decide if she should come in or run far away.
Seth looks shocked that I’d yelled and I can tell he wants to say more, but he’s holding his tongue, hands balled into fists at his side.
“You healed me before. We should try again,” I say to him, unafraid of his anger.
“What?” he
