“ i want to take care of you. please, let me. ”
"I know you want to, Shaw, but...you can't. You can't and it would be cruel of me to say otherwise. It's cruel to think anyone but the best doctors in the world could keep me alive, 'cause it's not fair. It's not fair for me to treat you like that. It's not fair to even tell Vik he could keep care of me." V tosses the bloody tissue into their trashcan, rubbing their wrist against their nose only to look at it to see if they were still bleeding. Bloody noses were the fucking worst.
"What if this hurts you? I know you don't like Johnny and he's showing up for longer times more often now. You hate that and I hate the idea of putting you through that. I won't let my loved ones suffer just so I have even a single percent more of a chance to live. It's not fair and I'm not making you do that."