Christian's POV
Thank goodness there was a ready ambulance in the place which took me to the hospital, since then she doesn't let me skip meals. I'm grateful for this bit.
"Come on, let's eat." She first stared, urging me to do the same. I start out slowly and disinterestedly. "What's wrong, can you tell me the real issue?" Her voice gets raised in troublesome persuasion. I feel choked and like throwing up, so I hurry up to reach the sink on time. I sense her following me. I close the door and bolt it behind me to prevent her from opening it and coming inside. I heave a sigh of relief once in.
"Christian, open the door, please open the door." Her pitch descends rapidly as if she wants to cry. I'm not opening this door no matter what and she isn't the type of person I'd be so fre
