"Okay," she says in reply, giving him a look of understanding. "Cal, okay," she promises, because if nothing else, she wants him to know that. "Look, I've lived through too much shit to get too emotional about this," she admits. "But better said than festering. So, okay, and I'm glad you're okay and I'm fine. I'll be fine," she corrects herself because right now, she's not.
She's injured and she has to pick a chemo treatment and she's lost the safety net of her cover, but she'll be fine. She has to be because it's the only thing she's ever known in perseverance.
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She's injured and she has to pick a chemo treatment and she's lost the safety net of her cover, but she'll be fine. She has to be because it's the only thing she's ever known in perseverance.