Why was it Daimon couldn't look Patsy in the eyes when he lied to her? Why did he have to feel horrible every time he did? This was for her. This was all for her that was why he hadn't told her.

Or maybe, if he was being honest with himself, it was all for himself.

"This isn't the time."

He tried to stand but he was so tired. The pain in his chest was gone but every muscle ached. As much as he resisted his thoughts went back to his first meeting with Dr. Hussain.

"A few months. I don't have anything firmer than that. We might be able to stretch that out, but I'd wager it at less than six months even then."