He glances at Brade, who nods, before looking down at the bottle, then back to me with dawning realization. "That's why you didn't want your meds the other day. I'm sorry for overreacting, just ya know, a pile of pills, a pissed off bestie, I'm in law enforcement." He shrugs helplessly but continues before I can chew him out. "What happens if you stop taking these?" Now he's concerned, and I gotta give it to him, he's astute.
"Mood swings, feeling sick like the flu, dizziness. That enough for you? Or would you like a diary of how I've felt since halving my dose?"
"She's been fine so far, Emmett. I didn't realize this was why she didn't want me reminding her to take them. Other than mood swings, which is bound to happen now anyway, I think she's okay." I turn a death glare on Braeden.
"That was my personal medical information, and you just pop out with it all at the first question. Maybe you need some boundaries, Brade." It’s low, but I am just as hurt as he is now. He pales, and I decide he knows how pissed I am.
"He's just trying to help, woman. Fuck, you can try a saint, and we all know not a one of us is that good."
"Maybe I don't want the help right now. Maybe I just want to be left the hell alone for five minutes. You all didn't have an issue with that before you got notified, now did you?" Okay, so maybe I was also pissy about being ignored like I couldn't help anyone.
"Guess what, Lark, you're not alone. You never have been and as the only woman cooped up in a house full of men we thought you might like some space. We're not mind-readers, and you've never been shy before when one of us ticked you off.
Those might be valid points. I cringe a little internally, unsure how to backtrack and keep my pride intact. Emmett doesn't give me time to figure it out though, and Brade is still playing statue.
"Regardless of your decision, you'll have support. Hell, I'll hold your hand if you decide it's a bad idea, and this one here," he gestures to Braeden, "will be the first in line. You didn't see Rex's face when he read the report. Poor guy was gutted. You won't even talk to him, and you might be having his kid. At least give us the courtesy to tell you where we stand, that's all I'm asking. You're not alone, okay?" When he puts it that way...
I swallow most of my pride, like an adult, sigh, and stand up. "You just had to be all reasonable and shit, didn't you?"
Relief floods his face, and when I chance a glance at Brade, his reflects the same. Now I feel even worse, but I still don't think I was completely in the wrong. No way to figure out where everyone stands though by hiding in my room.
Apparently though, that's not going to be an option with them. Not after bitching that they left me alone, and they know it bugged me.