Stella Grant likes to be in control - even though her totally out of control
lungs have sent her in and out of the hospital most of her life. At this point,
what Stella needs to control most is keeping herself away from anyone or
anything that might pass along an infection and jeopardize the possibility of a
lung transplant. Six feet apart. No exceptions. The only thing Will Newman wants
to be in control of is getting out of this hospital. He couldn't care less about
his treatments, or a fancy new clinical drug trial. Soon, he'll turn eighteen
and then he'll be able to unplug all these machines and actually go see the
world, not just its hospitals. Will's exactly what Stella needs to stay away
from. If he so much as breathes on Stella she could lose her spot on the
transplant list. Either one of them could die. The only way to stay alive is to
stay apart. But suddenly six feet doesn't feel like safety. It feels like
punishment. What if they could steal back just a little bit of the space their
broken lungs have stolen from them? Would five feet apart really be so dangerous
if it stops their hearts from breaking too?