"No, Amelia."
She blinked. "No?"
"I don't want repayment. Not for the treatment. Not for anything."
Amelia stared at him.
The refusal had been delivered cleanly and without hesitation, with the same calm certainty he used for every statement he made. It was not a negotiating position. It was a finished answer.
For a moment she didn't know what to say.
She had, on some level, been half-expecting this. The way he had handled everything from the moment she had woken up suggested it. He had not left his name. He had not left contact information. He had specifically, she had learned from the hospital's compliance officer, instructed the facility to never release his account details to any patient or representative. Every signal he had transmitted since the rescue had been the signal of a man who did not want repayment.
