"What do you want to do?" asked Rip as he looked down at me. His arms tightened around me, completely taking all of my weight.
"I can take you wherever you want. We can do whatever you want. You don't have to be scared anymore. No one will get through me to get to you, I promise," he continued, his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke.
After having all of my decisions taken away from me, the very idea that I could make my own was something else.
Something… uncomfortable.
All I had ever wanted to be since I could remember was a doctor, and both of my lifetimes had been geared around that idea.
But now, the idea of healing anyone made me sick to my stomach.
I could cheerfully watch someone dying in front of me right now and not move a muscle to help them.
I get that I might not always feel that way, but if I was planning my life right this minute? I wouldn't want to heal anyone.
