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I woke up with a grunt when my glucose monitor started going off, which it only did when my sugar levels got too high or too low.
"For fuck sake." I muttered into my pillow, letting out a fake cry.
I had a piercing headache and I could barely get myself to lift my head off the pillow.
"Shut up." I groaned at the monitor.
I slowly rolled onto my back, kicking off my duvet before I pulled up my shirt and looked at the monitor.
It had started to peel, so it was time to change it anyway.
I ripped it off, and then chucked it across the room, hoping that it would shut it up.
"Wait..." I muttered, letting out another cry, because I needed to check my blood levels.
The monitor finally shut up, and I sighed as I propped myself up on my elbows, but I immediately dropped back down, feeling too dizzy.
"Mavis?!" Flynn called from the bathroom, and he knocked on the door a few seconds before he pulled open the door to check on me. "You okay?"
"My monitor was beeping and I threw it across the room before checking my blood sugar." I sighed. "I think I'm high, though."
"On drugs? Or glucose?"
"Oh piss of. Glucose of course." I groaned, rolling onto my side. "I'll just sleep a couple of more hours and then I'll take care of it."
I heard Flynn sigh.
"You complain that people don't take your diabetes serious, yet neither do you." He said as he walked over to my nightstand where I kept a few meters with the test strips.
"I take it seriously." I muttered.
"Your monitor woke you up at six in the morning to scream at you because your glucose levels are either too high or too low, yet you'd rather go back to sleep than fix it." He said. "Then there's the drinking. You just don't care. You never have."
I didn't answer him. He reached for my hand and I felt the needle as he stabbed my finger, before guiding the test strip to the blood.
The meter beeped, and he looked down at it.
"Yep. You're high." He nodded slowly, and I looked at him as he stared at the meter, trying to calculate in his head how much insulin I needed.
Then he left the room, and I turned over, nearly jumping when I saw Max in the door between my room and the bathroom.
"He's right y'know." He said as he came over to crawl onto my bed.
He sat next to me, folding his legs underneath him.
"Please take it more seriously, Maves. It's not just you it affects. It's everyone around you, and we all worry when you don't watch your glucose levels. Diabetes isn't something to take lightly."
