Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 26

(Angel's POV)

The next day, I walked into class still felling put off by Hendrix attitude the previous day. Not only that, I had barely managed to sleep because of another night of hallway noises. This time, I had not come out to inspect like the last time, afraid of what I'd see. Maybe...Dr Joe.

Yes!

I was really out to get him.

He just irked me.

But maybe I was imagining things, I thought. Maybe I was misinterpreting everything. Maybe Hendrix had just had a bad day yesterday and was not really in pain. Maybe the noises in the hallway last night was imagined(lies). Maybe I was the most paranoid person ever, suspecting everyone.

But then Dr. Nixon walked in, and my doubts were confirmed. Something had happened last night.

The right side of her face looked red and swollen, like she had been hit. She seemed very unsettled too, which was really unlike her. These days she really didn't seem like herself.

As she began to speak about general preventive measures for not contracting STDs, I couldn't help but stare at her face. What had happened to her? She was always so composed, so in control. But now, she looked like she was on edge. When the superintendent walked in to supervise the class, I thought I had imagined the whole thing. No one reacted to Dr. Nixon's appearance, no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. But then I heard a small wince come from where Dr. Nixon stood. I looked at her, and she looked really scared.

My mind started racing. If the almighty Dr. Nixon was afraid of someone, who the hell was this person? I felt literal chills and I realized that something was seriously wrong.

but I wasn't listening. I was too busy trying to piece together what was happening. Who had hurt Dr. Nixon? Dr Joe? And why was he acting cool like nothing out

couldn't help but stare at Dr. Nixon's bruise. It was a deep purple, and it looked painful. I glanced over at Hendrix, and our eyes

text: "Meet me in the garden

the class was over, I headed to Dr Nixon, giving Hendrix him a look and he

Nixon, are you okay?" I asked, trying to sound

talking about, Angel," she said, her

looks like it's been hurt,"

Dr. Nixon's expression turned icy. "I'm going to warn you again, Angel, do not overstep your boundaries. You are a patient, and I am your doctor. Do

tone, I had

flashing with anger. "I'm fine, Angel. And even if I wasn't, I doubt

shrugged, stating the obvious. "Well, yeah. That's true. You're not

face twisted in a scowl. "How dare you," she hissed.

an eyebrow. "I'm just stating the truth. You're always so evil and bitter. No one likes you, Dr.

Nixon scoffed, "You're pushing

and she hurriedly left

to the garden. The cool breeze and sound of birds chirping was a welcome respite from the tension inside. Hendrix led me to our usual spot, a secluded bench surrounded by

my eyes fixed on Hendrix. He looked troubled, his brow scrunched like it did when he was upset as a kid. I could tell he was hiding something, but I

my mind was racing. What was going on? Why did Dr. Nixon have a bruise on her face? And why was Hendrix being

on the ground. I knew I

(Hendrix's POV)