"Are you done?" I stared him down. "You won't be satisfied until everyone knows the 'truth,' is that it? I'm warning you—you'll regret this."
"No, I won't!"
Cedric's composure cracked, fury bleeding through.
"You're my best friend, but I can't cover for you! Someone who can't keep himself clean catches a disease, and what—the rest of us are supposed to risk exposure because of you?"
I bit down hard, forcing the rage back.
"The report's gone. Say whatever you want. It doesn't matter now."
"Who says it's gone?"
He lifted his chin, a challenge in his eyes.
"If you're really sincere about this, let's go to the hospital right now and get another copy." He swept his arm toward the crowd. "Everyone here can come along. If you're clean, we'll all breathe easy. If you're not... well, we should probably get tested too."
His voice turned grave. "After all, you've touched so many things here. What if there's cross-contamination?"
I stared at him, disbelief hollowing out my chest.
"You really want to push me into a corner with no way out?"
Cedric's gaze darted to Kate—just a flicker, barely a heartbeat.
Something triumphant gleamed in his eyes.
Then his face crumpled into an expression of pained sincerity.