Stella cannot sleep. At night she lies awake imagining the disease slowly taking over her body and she can almost feel something inside her change.

She tells herself it's ridiculous to think this because she doesn't know, she doesn't know and it's not knowing that's slowly driving her crazy.

There is a small red star in her calendar; she wishes she'd chosen a different colour to mark the day for the next test. Red is the colour of blood, and it's blood that did this, blood that's killing her.

She's not ready to die.

She's never felt this afraid before.