"I believe in you, Hart. Just think it's too late for me but, like, good for everyone else. That I inspired you. Means I'm a hero too, right?" If he had to die to cure AIDS, he guessed that was something. He sniffled and wiped at his face, embarrassed that he lost some composure but he just didn't want to die. He was twenty six and he hadn't done half of what he wanted to yet.

"I don't want to die in here." Harry told Hartley as he looked around at the nurses and doctors. "I don't want to die like my dad. I want to die at home. Please. Please, help me, I don't want this."

It was always his worse nightmare. He hated hospitals. "I want to end it there."