NIRELLE
"Blood pressure? You have to go to the hospital," I say when no one seems to respond to my earlier outburst.
"I don't do hospitals," his answer was firm. I know what he was saying, but why would he give up so easily when he had been the one beating me up for not wanting to take care of myself?
"I have my meds, and as soon as I take them, I should be fine," he says.
"And you need to take off the triggers too," Mae adds, and it earns her a dead look from him.
I want to ask what the triggers are, but thinking about it, maybe I know what they are. Am I a part of them? I can only wonder to myself.
"You go and take care of yourself," he says and stands up, ready to leave us alone in the room.
"You are a hypocrite," I call and watch as his steps falter and his body stiffens. He tur
