It was the most concern Sam had felt for her well being in a long while. And that included herself and her own concern.

Or lack thereof.

Jude was a puzzle, to be sure. But he wasn't a dick. And that counted for a lot, really. Almost made Sam want to cry in a very different way.

But she didn't.

She shook her head a little bit. "Ravi can't fix me. I know what's wrong." It was a very, very rare moment of honesty. "I'm probably going to...die." Which was the preferable outcome. The alternative was hurting someone else. So, so not Sam's style.