Oh man the Hazel's-so-brave girl. I hated her too and yet... there was so much judgement from Hazel of people who were getting better, like a kid with cancer who was going to live was the worst person in the world for still wanting support. It seemed pretty clear sometimes that living didn't taint you only if you paid for it: your eyes, your leg, your balls. There's even one point where the make-a-wish types give Gus a wish anyway in exchange for his leg (though I don't recall the timeline well; that might have been a lie and he might have known he was dying at that point).

And, yeah. I get it. I get it from both sides, I get the difference between dying and living, between people with less and more pain than you, and how you can end up with resentment. But Hazel's judgement -- which rang totally true to me, don't get me wrong -- went in the bucket with some of the other comments about pain. Like that nurse who praised Hazel because she under-reported her pain on that goddamned pain scale, my god I hated that nurse so hard. And again, totally real as a character, but it was part and parcel of the whole Hallowed Suffering element that built up after a while.