Is he joking? Because it’s not funny. “Price? Did you hear me?” “Yes.” My heart is racing a mile a minute. “I don’t understand—” “I just got off the phone with Dr. Ahmed from the selection committee at the Foundation,” he explains. “Apparently, you were first on the waitlist.” “Oh my god.” I shove off the bed and stand on wobbly legs, looking helplessly around my room. “Apparently, one of the fellows made the genius decision to go whitewater rafting and his raft flipped,” Dr. Halla goes on. “Broke both his tibia and dislocated his shoulder, so he’s out.”
