Molly | Cuthbert
I never claimed to know about your world, actually. But this world is mine. And I know how it works. And you don't.
The hospital wasn't hurting him on purpose. They weren't torturing him. Yeah, it wasn't pleasant, and it was awful for him. I know that. I felt it more than you did. But they were trying to do the right thing. The poisons they were putting in him? Glucose to keep him from starving, since he couldn't hold down food, and a sedative to help him sleep. So he wouldn't suffer. See? You really don't know a damn thing about this stuff.
And I was doing something. I'm just not so cock-sure of myself and impatient as to act before it's wise to do something.