

The next morning, both mother and daughter visit Dr. Hazel evades the question of whether she's in relationship with Gus.

She was in the ICU when I snuck in for ten minutes and I just sat with her before I got caught.

And isn't that more than most of us get? When Hazel was sick, I knew I was dying, but I didn't wanna say so. Maybe she wasn't loved widely, but she was loved deeply. She didn't want a million admirers, she just wanted one. She asked me to write one, and I'm trying, but I just. I don't wanna ask you for any favors, but if you have the time - and from what I saw you had plenty - please fix this for me: It's a eulogy for Hazel. You're a shitty person, but a good writer.
