"So basically, if I survive the treatment itself, I have maybe a forty percent chance of getting actual time back."
"Roughly, yes."
More silence. Then: "I want to try it.
My chest tightened when I heard this as I felt relief and hope and guilt for feeling the first two as I tried to caution her. "Sedona—"
"I'm not ready to die, Cameron. I know you think I'm doing this because I'm guilty and you are guilty about that, but no. It's not because of you, I want to do this. I know the odds are bad. I know there's a good chance this doesn't work or makes things worse. But I can't just... lie here and wait for it to happen. I need to fight. Even if there is a chance that I might survive, I need to take it"
She looked at me, and her eyes were clearer than they'd been in weeks, clear of the ha
