I didn't care about the why anymore. I just knew what I saw.

Richard stared me down. "You still haven't told me why you're at the hospital."

"I already said-"

"Don't dodge the question." He cut me off cold, like he had to squeeze the truth out of me.

The doctor was still there: "Ma'am, are you not feeling well?"

When I wouldn't answer, Richard turned to the doctor. "Doctor, what's wrong with my ...