look in his eyes had changed. I wasn’t met with the gaze of indifference, I was met with a gaze filled with hesitation, careful observation and expectation. Suddenly, the security guard’s presence seemed to make sense for me. No, there has to be something. “There has to be something.” Still steady, but close to breaking. My eyes flickered down to his nameplate. “Mr. Bullard, there must be something.” “It’s already decided, Mr. Fairclough.” “Then decide again.” “We have given you your options, we have already-” “No, you haven’t. You haven’t done anything.” “Mr. Fairclough, if you’re not willing to discuss this in a civil manner I’ll have the security guard show you out.” I chuckled. He had the stomach to threaten me when he was trying to give me a death sentence. How did he think I was going to react? To sit here quietly? Say my prayers and die silently? Bastard is sitting on enough money to save hundreds of lives. He can help me, he must help me. “Mr. Bullard, I don’t want comfort. There’s no comfort in dying.” “We can help you, make your days last longer and make the pain less... painful.” “How is that help? That’s not helping. You’re not helping.” I took a deep, sharp breath. The room seemed a lot smaller now, closing in on me like the realisation that I was going to... You’re going to be FINE. FINE. “Mr. Fairclough-” “No. You’re going to help me.” “There’s nothing we can-” “Yes there is! Don’t tell me you can’t do anything! That watch you’re wearing is worth more than me, don’t sit there and tell me there’s nothing you can do!” Mr. Bullard sighed, rubbing his temples in annoyance. LXIX