On the Altar

Chapter 5 (Filler)

POV-Mystique, age 20

I can't believe I didn't see the signs.

And I call myself a med student!

I lived with her and ate with her, slept under the same roof as her, and sympathized with her condition  for two days and still passed it off as 'the flu.' Even if it was a totally different 'condition'

No other symptoms.

I held her hair back for two mornings straight as she made the toilet hate her, I made lemon water and soup for her, and she still lied to me? Why?

Disappointment courses through me, regarding my prognosis and Christy's irresponsibility.

I hope we are capable enough to handle the consequences of her imprudence.