"Is it really so hard to provide enough doses? Anyone can buy these drugs with money. Why can't we? Do you really despise me that much?"
My family tested positive at his hospital. I had tried everything and begged the nurses for more doses, but only John’s approval would suffice. I called him for it but he didn't let me finish and threw me one dose, then left the country.
Afterwards, no matter how many times I called, his phone was off.
Seven of us, just one dose.
That decision forced me to choose who might live.
All my pent-up anger, grief, and despair came pouring out.
Remembering my family’s tormented faces in the morgue overwhelmed me, and I broke down crying.
John had never seen me like this. For a moment, empathy flickered in his eyes.
He left Jessica to comfort me, but his initial words were far from soothing,
"Emily, I see Jessica as a sister. You shouldn’t trivialize your family's health."
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
He still believed I was using our family’s illness to manipulate him.
I was a shameless monster that would go all lengths in his mind...
"You're playing with my family’s lives," I said, my voice choked with emotion.