When he returned, Doc tried to talk to him about his health. Ansel refused and left.
As if to prove Doc wrong, he went out to train. Henry had gathered up the gammas to go over security for the tour and class. Ansel weighed in strategically, and when their meeting wrapped up, he led a training session, sparring with several of the gammas.
By the time Ansel was done, he felt almost as sick as he did before. He cursed himself for ruining his own progress and wearily changed into one of his suits.
“You ready,” Henry said, knocking on his door.
Ansel opened it.
“Are you okay,” Henry asked, his eyes wide.
“I just overdid it a little,” Ansel said.
“Maybe we should cancel this. They’ll book you again.”
“We’re not canceling,” Ansel barked. “I’m not pullin
