Page 37 of Blinded By Love

I furrow my eyebrows and look at my mom.

“Which is something else we need to talk about.”

I want to roll my eyes at her but I am more concerned with my supposed boyfriend. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“The gentleman who brought you here. Red shirt and eyebrow piercing,” the doctor explains. “Which reminds me. Anne, let's talk outside shall we?”

“I’ll be back and we are going to talk about this,” my mom says as she leaves with the doctor.

I close my eyes again and rest my head on the pillow. The voices in my head are loud as they start to make the wheels in my brain turn. In these types of situations, I hate overthinking because it feels like everything I am doing is wrong.

I just wish I didn’t have this fucking disease that makes everything worse.

Why does everything feel so hard again?

“Because you’re probably making it harder.”

I open my eyes and lift my head to see Hayden leaning against the wall across my bed. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought you in. You fainted after throwing up at the party.”

Hayden is wearing a black sweater and gray sweatpants that should be illegal on him. He looks tired with his hoodie up and the bags under his eyes but he still manages to make me admire him from head to toe.

I hate that he looks so attractive in such simple clothing.

“How long have I been here for?”

Hayden leans off the wall and starts walking towards me, like a predator out to catch his prey. “You should be more worried about what you’ll do next to avoid something like this from happening.”

“I didn’t mean to get that drunk or eat as much as I did. I thought I covered for it.”

He doesn’t get to tell me how to live my life.

“Yea well you didn’t and now you're stuck here for the next five days or so.” Hayden puts his hands on the bed and leans down so his face is directly in front of mine. Just a few inches away. “How could you be so stupid to do something like that? Next time don’t even think.”

I glare at him. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“When you start playing with your life as if it’s a game, I think I have a right to,” Hayden says, each word as menacing as the first. He leans back a little, his face not suffocating my space anymore. “Why didn’t you tell me you have diabetes?”

“Because it’s none of your business. Why would I tell you out of all people?”

“Because of situations like Halloween.”

“You really don’t expect me to trust you with a secret like that do you?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

Hayden furrows his eyebrows at me. “Why should your medical condition be kept a secret? Are you embarrassed by it or something?” he says, his words hitting me deep and stinging me in the gut.

“Get out,” I say, keeping myself from crying.

Because I won’t cry in front of Hayden Night out of all people. I won’t show him my weaknesses or insecurities.

“Word of advice for the future.” He leans in again, closer this time to the point where I feel his breath hitting my lips and making me shiver. His fingers catch my chin to make me face him. “Call me or fucking text me if you need help or someone to watch you properly since my sister and Chris can’t do it.”

I refuse to look at him. He is giving me a challenging gaze, basically telling me to do what he says or else.

I ignore the way butterflies swarm in my stomach because they shouldn’t be there.

When Hayden lets go, he doesn’t waste his time to leave the room. It’s quiet and I hate how quiet it is. Tears swell in my eyes now that I’m alone but I turn my head towards the flowers.

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