“My parents were doctors. Both of them. Oh yeah, I’m a richie, too. But don’t worry, my perspective in life changed pretty damned dramatically. They did everything they could. And one day, it seemed to have worked. I woke up, no pain, all fine, bulked out, even. Taller. Growing right before their eyes. Starving. I was so hungry. They decided to celebrate. Have a party. They invited their friends over, more doctors, and they had a son, Lars.
“Before the Cure, Lars and I had been best friends. Since we were two. Lars was perfect. Blond curls. Blue eyes. He liked me. He liked me so much that when he heard I was all better, he, at age nine, ran over to hug his best friend.