"Rose. You DO know why you're here, right?" "I know, I know. I knocked out a guard with a syringe." "Actually, no. You triggered a reaction in Jason." Well, I knew that. But it was too obvious. What was Dr. Hathoway getting at? "From now on, I don't want you near Jason." "What?!" "Until he's stabilized again." "But"- "And I don't know how long that'll take." "That isn't fair!" "And it isn't fair to Jason if you continue to remind him of the past. Now Rose, if Jason relapses again, and it's because of you, I'll have no choice but to put you in Solitary Treatment." I froze. The stories I've heard about Solitary Treatment were terrible. Involuntary shock treatments, restrains that cut into your skin, therapeutic quotes repeated for hours on end. The people who'd been there before had the scars, physical and mental, to show it. "Now I don't want to have to resort to that. So be wary of your actions." "Fine." I snapped, abruptly getting out of my chair. I refused to stop seeing Jason. Even risking Solitary Treatment, I wouldn't.