"Yeah? Well neither does that Richards kid with his IBS and noxious farts," Nick deadpanned. "But he still has to get on with everybody, and so do you." Nick sighed and leaned in, his tone sympathetic. "Look, Jess, sometimes the hand we're dealt just plain sucks. And either you can wallow and hate everybody, or you can be the one to get past it and maybe even make it into something great. The choice is yours." He pushed the vial to her and shook his head. "But if something happens because of your choice, then that's on you."