Christopher Paolini
- Autoimmune Diseases
"It happens. I'm not the only one. Although, most of the others didn't make it past thirty. As long as I take my pills, it isn't too bad, but some days-" Nielsen winced. "Some days, the pills don't do much of anything." She picked up her pillow and wedged it behind her back. Her tone was bitter as arsenic: "When your body isn't your own, it's worse than any prison." Her eyes flicked toward Kira. "You know?"
