I sat down, readying myself for her lecture. “Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain . . . and all the children are insane.” “Excuse me?” “It’s a line from a Doors’ song, about the big sleep, you know—suicide. Maybe I was insane. All I know is that I couldn’t handle things anymore; I was either going to walk again or die trying. I’m sorry for stealing the stem cells, but they worked and I’ll forever be indebted. Anyway, the good news is I proved the treatment is safe for humans. You could come with me on The Today Show. Think of all the money I could help you raise.” “Sit down and shut up.” She walked around the desk, a medical bag in her hand. “Listen carefully,” she said, preparing a syringe to draw blood, “you’re not going on The Today Show; you’re not going to say anything. When those reporters ask you about your internship at ANGEL, and eventually they will, you’ll tell them it was a data entry position, but you left after two days because the trips to Miami were too hard on you.
