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.

together what was happening. Who had hurt Dr. Nixon? Dr Joe? And why was he acting cool like nothing out

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

out my phone and sent Hendrix a text: "Meet me

headed to Dr Nixon, giving Hendrix him a look and he

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

talking

like it's been hurt," I

going to warn you again, Angel, do not overstep your boundaries. You are a patient, and I am your doctor. Do not think you can question me like this. I will not be interrogated by

less. And judging by her tone,

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

"Well, yeah. That's true. You're

in a scowl. "How dare you," she hissed. "You think you can speak

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

"You're

I said and she

the room. He dragged me by the arm, his grip firm, and we made our way out to the garden. The cool breeze and sound of birds chirping was a welcome respite from the tension inside. Hendrix led me

Hendrix. He looked troubled, his brow scrunched like it did when he was

did Dr. Nixon have a bruise on her face? And why was

there, his eyes fixed on the ground. I

(Hendrix's POV)