Veronica stares at her, for a moment, simply floored.]
Am I supposed to care? [Her voice is frigid, the extreme cold the only way to keep herself from exploding with anger.] Because I don't. I don't give a fuck if he's sick. I don't give a fuck if it's really just the fault of neurochemistry. As far as I'm concerned, the world would be a better place without him in it.
If you want to be friends with that ticking timebomb, fine. But leave me the hell out of it.