Page 115 of Speechless
“It’sreallybusy right now.”
“That’s all right. I’ll drive a little south. Better waves.”
Aiden stretched and stood from his seat. “Good waffles?”
“Excellent waffles. If you haven’t had them yet, we’re going to go.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Speaking of, I should check my blood sugar. I forgot to do it this morning.”
Aiden watched me toss my purse on the island and dig through it for my little kit. “My computers are close to cracking the drive. Probably later today.”
“That’s perfect. I need to do some more work this afternoon.”
“So, no stealing you?” Bastian asked.
“Not for a bit. I’ll let you know when I’m done.” Granted, I was still sore, but he knew that.
I pricked the side of my finger with the lancet, massaging the skin so the little bubble of blood pooled for the testing strip. My eyebrows rose when the little machine beeped. “What the fuck?”
The guys looked in my direction. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I twisted the insulin to the correct dose and injected it into my arm. “My sugar’s just really high right now. More than double what it usually is. It’s because everything’s been up in the air with my routine,and I forgot to take my meds this morning before I went and ate waffles. Plus the ice cream last night. I’ve been inconsistent the last week, and that’s on me. It’ll be fine. I?—”
“What?” Brooks stared at me from across the kitchen.
I shrugged. “It happens sometimes. This isn’t the highest it’s ever been. I’ll jump on the treadmill while I read some pieces for work, and it’ll help.”
“It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”
I laughed once and glanced at Theo. “I know. But I’m human. Mistakes happen.” He’d been the one to say those words to me about training. Which Ididdo this morning.
“No, Trinity. Mistakes are not going to happenwith your health,” Brooks said, voice louder.
Pausing, I felt more hesitant. What was I missing here? “It will be okay. I’m fine.”
Coming around the kitchen island, he glanced at the screen on the meter. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“Brooks,” Bastian said.
“No. This isn’t fucking fine. If keeping tabs on your health is too hard for you, then we will absolutely take that over.”
Any joy I had drained out through cracks that had started to form in my soul. I hated how prepared for it I felt. In the back of my mind, I knew all this was too good to be true. “Excuse me?”
“Your health isn’t something you can brush off or ignore. If you can’t be responsible for it, then we’ll do it for you. I thought we could trust you with your own medication, but I guess I was wrong.” He shook his head and pulled out his phone. “I’ll keep it in my room and set a fucking alarm. If this is how you manage your condition, it’s a miracle you’ve stayed alive this long.”
Brooks reached for my med bag, and I took a step back, those cracks widening. “No.”
“This isn’t up for discussion. I’ll?—”
“NO.”
He looked at me. “Trinity. Stop it. Don’t fight me on this. Don’t be difficult.”
“Stopwhatexactly?” His mouth was opening to respond, and I pointed at him. “I don’t think so. You already had your turn, and you said more than enough. I will not be spoken to that way.”
“That’s not?—”
