A new king is being crowned, doctors are on the verge of a massive medical discovery, society is financially and socially segregated by the platelet-count numbers of constant blood tests, and the world is divided into three geographical regions: school, clinic, home. In this lyric sci-fi thriller, a sick young woman is our heroine, and a handful of lone wolf degenerates of the invisible class challenge the medical establishment’s understanding of a debilitating disease to riveting effect.

Based on the true history of the autoimmune disorder thrombocytopenia—and the daring experiment of one medical student who isolated the disease in the blood—Don’t Cure Me is a novel dressed in style and plot twists. This book asks: how does the way women are expected to hold their bodies give them heightened powers? If one’s true worth could be codified and trivialized down to a decimal number, would you tolerate it? Are numbers always violent? What does triumph look like in a world that requires people to live segregated by gender and class?