Jules POV
Maya sits in the chair beside my bed. Still holding my hand.
"I'm sorry," I say again. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't just scare me. You terrified me." She wipes her eyes. "Mel called me hysterical. Said you were unconscious and bleeding and she didn't know if you were going to wake up."
"I'm okay now."
"You're not okay. You're malnourished, dehydrated, probably anemic according to that doctor. You hit your head hard enough to need stitches." Her grip tightens. "This has to stop, Jules. Something has to change."
"I don't know how to change it."
"Start by letting people help you. Start by admitting you can't do this alone."
A nurse comes in to draw blood. Maya holds my hand through it.
After, we sit in silence. The ER bustles around us. Other patients, other em
