“Albert.” I tell him, my voice barely a whisper. I feel terrible for ratting on him, but if he commands me there’s no way I can resist telling him anyway. His eyes glass over and I know he’s mind linked someone. Probably my father.
“How badly are you hurting?”
“It’s, uhh, it’s pretty bad. I couldn’t sleep and I tried to ignore it, but it kept getting worse.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I didn’t want to bother you. There’s not much you can do to make it stop, other than tell me to take the other medicine that will make me sick.” I tell him as he’s at the freezer getting an ice pack out for me. He comes over and lifts me to sit on the counter and places the ice pack on my finger.
“It’s really swollen” He comments. He’s about to say something else when we’re interrupted by a kno
