#Chapter 67 - Fall from Grace

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 pulling out at the last second.” No way was he going to let illness get in the way. Not now, and not ever again. He wasn’t going to relive the past. He dragged himself into his office fo