"I don't know how many different ways I can explain this," Mohinder said, his brows twitching. "Your father would have my hide..."
"My father's got no power over me anymore." Her eyes were spitting sparks. "This is my decision to make."
"Legally, he certainly does," Mohinder said. "You're not eighteen yet, are you?"
"How would you know?" She tossed her hair defiantly, a movement like a crashing wave, and he watched her curls bounce. "I could be thirty-five."
"But you're not." He crossed his arms.
"Look, Doctor Suresh." She strode up to him, her chin high and haughty, and held out her arm. "You want my blood or not? Believe it or not, I'm a big girl, and I can make my own decisions. And I want to help."
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"I don't know how many different ways I can explain this," Mohinder said, his brows twitching. "Your father would have my hide..."
"My father's got no power over me anymore." Her eyes were spitting sparks. "This is my decision to make."
"Legally, he certainly does," Mohinder said. "You're not eighteen yet, are you?"
"How would you know?" She tossed her hair defiantly, a movement like a crashing wave, and he watched her curls bounce. "I could be thirty-five."
"But you're not." He crossed his arms.
"Look, Doctor Suresh." She strode up to him, her chin high and haughty, and held out her arm. "You want my blood or not? Believe it or not, I'm a big girl, and I can make my own decisions. And I want to help."