“I’m perfectly capable of being on my own,” I insisted.

“You almost dying while being on your own is a huge contradiction to that statement,” Ezra countered calmly.

I rolled my eyes and glared at the needle still stuck in my arm. Meredith had administered the first dose of the antidote two days ago, and I’d finally been allowed to sleep. She’d come back with two more bags of the stuff since then. This was the last one before I was allowed to leave.

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