“I’m so sorry, Joyn” the oncologist said, pulling a bottle of whiskey from a drawer and filling two shot glasses. “A drink?”
An aggressive knock actually shook the office door and Joyn jumped. “What the---?”
The Terror Squad burst through the door and slammed the frail patient to the floor.
“Naughty, naughty,“ the Captain said cuffing him. “You don’t refuse God.”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t,” Joyn rasped.
“Doc says otherwise.”
“My job is to keep you alive,” the oncologist said quietly. “Refusing chemo is suicide. “
“It’s my human right.”
“Not in this state.”
An aggressive knock actually shook the office door and Joyn jumped. “What the---?”
The Terror Squad burst through the door and slammed the frail patient to the floor.
“Naughty, naughty,“ the Captain said cuffing him. “You don’t refuse God.”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t,” Joyn rasped.
“Doc says otherwise.”
“My job is to keep you alive,” the oncologist said quietly. “Refusing chemo is suicide. “
“It’s my human right.”
“Not in this state.”
