Chapter Twenty-Three
You already know about the following events. The alarms went off when his vitals fell, and the doctors came running. And you all. That was where you found me, curled up with him and crying against his shoulder. My victim, my angel-demon. You dragged me away and put me in handcuffs and took me here, and I'm sad, but I'm not sorry. Even when elation rushed through me when I saw how the drug had revitalized him, I knew I could not stop, couldn't keep him alive. He would be healthy, the tests would start again, and again, it would be all over for him. So I gave him back his life and then took it away. I couldn't bear to see him suffer again, and me helpless as I was as a child to do anything about it. You say what I've done is a crime.
Then I am guilty.