You've spent your entire life learning to hide disappointment and loss behind a mask of unwavering calm and control, even when your longtime friend died of sickle cell disease.
You've resolved to never be vulnerable to past mistakes again by rebuil...
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗕𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
✎*ೃ˚ "𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐀𝐓!" When you pressed the apple between his lips, he immediately wrenched his head away, avoiding the meal.
The corners of your eyes crinkled as you sighed to yourself. Armin had been acting strangely after his attack, most notably by giving you the cold shoulder. With a gesture, you dismissed him and returned the apple to the tray. As you sat in the empty chair, you quietly read your book. Armin relaxed as soon as you finished bothering him, and he returned his gaze to the window, which he'd grown fond of during his stay here.
You cast an inquisitive glance at him, noting how his eyes twinkled as he watched the snowflakes fall. At the slightest provocation, his nose crinkled. And when the snowflake melted, he murmured contentedly. He adored the cold months, but you could tell he despised being cooped up in this gloomy room.
You tapped your fingers on the armrest of the chair mindlessly, oblivious to your newly gloomy countenance. Your jaw clenched as you observed the blonde-haired man, remembering the previous days: the day he almost died. You still wanted to know what had triggered his attack, but he brushed you off at every opportunity.
"Are you . . . alright?" Armin gave you a worried glance after noting your anxious demeanor.
You hurriedly nodded, giving the man a close-eyed smile that swiftly faded. You bit your bottom lip, and the skin ripped from the great strain. As you continued to let your fears overwhelm you, blood flowed into your mouth.
"You know you don't have to lie?" As he peered out the window, Armin's eyes narrowed. "You can be truthful."
You ignored the book you were reading earlier and strolled over to him. As you loomed over Armin's seated figure, you sensed a tint of sadness in his eyes. You became enraged when he refused to tell you the cause for his previous outburst, so you retaliated.
"Are you looking for the truth?" You scowled. "The truth is, I'm curious as to what occurred after I left you alone with Dr. Smith! And you're being impolite by refusing to inform me."
He sighed hard before responding, ignoring your abrupt increase in volume. "What does it mean to you? To me, you're nothing more than my doctor. I'm permitted to keep my personal life private, just as you are."
You were enraged. If it was even possible, you were convinced fumes were shooting out of your head. "I'm your physician! I'm expected to assist, treat, and look after you. You can't keep me in the dark about anything, especially if something horrible happens. I have to know!"
