There's a selfish voice inside Sookie that immediately wants to call out. The one that knows that she simply cannot afford to lose anyone anymore, and not so soon, not a second sooner than it has to be. After losing her gran, after watching people die left and right, all she can do is shake her head, refusing to cry even when her brow furrows so tightly than she feels she can hardly even breathe. She reaches out for Sarah's hand, still shaking her head all the while, refusing to accept it. Refusing. But already, somehow, it feels like a losing battle between the two wills. Ultimately, there's nothing that Sookie can force Sarah to do.

Even if it's in Sarah's best interest.

"Sarah, you will be all the stronger if you actually decide to fight this, instead of just... giving up and throwing the towel in," Sookie insists, voice strained. "If you actually decide that you can kick this cancer in the ass, god, you're the one person I know who'd be able to do it, no questions asked. For John's sake, for the sake of anyone you care about back home or here, the only thing you can do is take the best care of yourself, and if that means you're gonna lose a little hair, that shouldn't matter. It'll be better in the long run, you'll see. The only possible cure's gonna be through chemo."