Tyler's POV
I got up quickly. “Let’s go to the hospital right now and get the test done”
I was about to move, but then he held my wrist firmly, stopping me. “Whoa, not so fast,” he said, looking me straight in the eye.
I frowned, pulling back slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You’re drunk. You can’t go out like this,” he said calmly. “We’ll go in the morning.”
I shook my head, frustrated. “I’m not drunk, Ethan! I’m just… tipsy!”
He crossed his arms. “Tyler, let’s just go in the morning when I’m completely sure you’re sober. You can’t go to the hospital looking furious, depressed, and with your mouth reeking of alcohol.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he held up a hand. “Tyler, please. Let’s just go in the morning. It’ll be much better. First thing in th
