"Stop," Brian said, though not so confidently this time.
Diana paused for a moment as she heard Brian's call but then continued onwards, determined to ignore him.
Seeing her stop, Brian thought she was frightened. He didn't expect she would have the courage to go on.
He ran over to stop Diana, "Wait! You can't leave until you explain why."
"What should I say, Brian?!" Diana brushed away Brian's arms. In doing so, she overexerted, and pain shot through her arm. She cursed him fiercely.
"What should you say?" Brian repeated her words slowly, "I am not cured. You haven't cured me of the disease."
"Oh," Diana sneered, "You are not cured, or you never had the illness at all? Brian, I have no time to go through all this with you. It's fine if you don't want to give me the salary. But I am leaving now, and you can't stop me!"
Brian cut her off, blocking her way out.
