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Unimpressed, I yank her hair again, harder this time. A little shiver wracks her as she crosses her arms again, then uncrosses them and starts twisting that damn ring. When she mumbles something inaudible under her breath, I squeeze her gently. “Speak up, sweetheart.”
She scowls at me but it's half-hearted. A beat passes before she repeats herself, barely loud enough for me to hear. “I didn't take my medication this morning.”
I pause, making sure my tone is clear and even, before asking, “Medication?”
“I stayed here last night, obviously, and I forgot to bring it.”
“You didn't take your medication because you stayed here last night,“ I repeat slowly, the revelation tasting sour on my tongue. “If you needed to go home, you could’ve told me.”
“It's not a big deal.”
“Yes, it is. You can't just skip a dose.“ I don't know what she takes, but I'm pretty sure nothing allows for a skipped dosage.
Luna bristles, her scowl turning a touch fiercer. “Sorry,doctor, when did you get your medical degree?”
“Stop picking a fight.”
“Stop acting like I'm incompetent.”
I take three long seconds to breathe before saying, “I'm not fighting with you.” When she tries to argue, I cut her off. “Shut up before you piss me off, Luna.”
Pink lips clamp shut immediately. Strong thighs tense around me, a very different kind of intensity clouding blue eyes. I look away before I get too lost, too distracted. Standing with Luna still wrapped around me, I ignore her squeals of protest as I set her down. Stepping away, I grab my keys off the nightstand, simultaneously tossing her shoes at her. “Let's go.”
“Go where?”
“To get your meds.”
“We don't have to-” The look I give her puts an immediate end to her weak protest. Without another word but with plenty pouting, she follows me downstairs.
It's not until we're in my car and speeding towards her apartment that she says, quiet and unnervingly meek. “They're for ADHD.”
“What?”
“My medication,” she repeats, gaze downcast. “It's for my ADHD.”
“Oh.” I frown as I mentally run through everything I know about the disorder. Not much, and there’s a good chance what I do know is rooted in some kind of stereotype. As we pull up outside Luna's place, I make a mental note to research it later. “I had no idea.”
“I don't make a habit of telling people.” Something about her snarky tone has me suspecting there's a story there, a reason why she made an effort not to tell me. When I glance at her, my suspicion grows. She looks almost embarrassed as she studies my expression, recoiled slightly like she's bracing for something.
Curling my hand around the back of her neck, I massage the tense muscles there. “Anything I can do to help?”
Her forehead creases to match mine, lips parting in a perfect little 'o', and I swear surprise crosses her features. It takes a minute for her to respond, shaking her head slowly.
“You want me to come up?” She shakes her head again, still looking at me weirdly as she gets out of the car and sprints up to her apartment. Barely five minutes pass before she's back beside me, a bag in hand indicating she's staying over again tonight.
I duck my head to hide a smile. I like that she didn’t ask, just decided. It means she's comfortable.
Starting the car and peeling away from the sidewalk, I drive with no real destination. Somewhere with food, maybe. It's probably not good to take meds on an empty stomach, and I know damn well she hasn't eaten since breakfast. A meagre breakfast too, considering the food situation in my house is pretty dire.
One hand taps a random melody against the steering wheel, the other resituating itself cupping the back of her neck. “You have a lot of bad days?” I pose the question carefully, not sure if I'm prying. It's clear this isn't something she feels comfortable talking about, but I don't want to just brush over it and have her thinking I don't care.
Luna huffs, bristling. “You mean do I skip my meds a lot?”
I shoot her a look.
Leaning back into my grip, she mutters an apology under her breath. “Not really. It gets worse when I'm stressed or tired or forget my meds. Which I rarely do,” she adds the latter in a grumbled rush. “Today's just a combination of all three.”
“You're stressed?”
