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brother.
    “Yeah. Just had a long day is all,” I reply, and it’s not even a lie. Today has felt like it’s dragged on forever.
    Usually my days at the hospital go by fast; I come in around six in the morning, catch up on some paperwork, do my rounds, then come in here to do Mack’s massage. Then I log any progress I see from our session before doing another quick round to see my patients before heading home. And today was no different, but everything just seemed to drag at a snail’s pace. I’m ready to go home, take a long hot bath, and catch up on a few episodes of The Vampire Diaries .
    A sad smile takes over his face before he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”
    I can’t help the laugh that comes out of my mouth. It sounds harsh even to me, so when Mack seems to physically recoil from me, I want to slap myself.
    “It may come as a shock to you, being a low-life biker and all, but I’m actually pretty fucking good at holding my own in a conversation.” He’s on the defensive now and I don’t blame him one bit. I can be a real bitch sometimes, even when I don’t try to be.
    Look at what happened a few weeks ago when I came in to find the remnants of Mack’s rage. And even though I knew he must be upset about what’s happened and the fact that he still can’t walk, I went right into bitch mode. I yelled at him and basically called him a brat. I’ve never been shy when it comes to voicing my opinion or being the stronger voice when it comes to my patients, or anyone else around me, but I’ve never been as bold and blunt as I was with Mack that day. It’s just that it seems like he’s the type that is so used to being in control that he’d need a heavier hand. And it worked, although we both were probably a littler harsher than we normally would be. Mack brings out the worst in me, it seems.
    I still think back to that day and can’t believe I wasn’t scared. When he called me by my full name, I was shocked, but more pissed than anything. It’s no secret I prefer to be called by Rose. Shit, most people don’t even know my real first name, only my middle name. But he knew. He must have looked into me and done his research. It makes me angry and a little flattered he would do that, though I’m sure he does it for everyone he comes into contact with, not just me. I just hope when he looked into me he didn’t find anything I don’t want him to find. But that should be impossible after all the trouble I went through to erase everything that tied me to my brother.
    Mack moving around on the bed has me snapping back to the present. He looks even more aggravated than I feel, though I can’t tell if it’s the course our conversation has taken or with the state of his condition. Either way, I feel bad and want to fix it. I don’t want to leave when he’s upset, no matter if it’s at me or about something different.
    “Hey, look, I didn’t mean it in the way you took it. I’m sure you are a great listener and—” I start but am cut off before I can explain further or make this better.
    “Forget it,” he growls, then grunts with effort to get himself turned over. “Why don’t you just leave? I’m done with this shit.”
    His voice is angry and hard as steel, but I can’t pay attention to that right now.
    “Mack, did you—”
    “I said get out!” he yells, interrupting me again.
    Screw this. I’m done with his shit. I don’t care if he’s pissed at me or at himself, but he’s going to fucking listen to me.
    “Mack,” I yell, getting his attention finally, though he doesn’t seem happy about it. Tough shit. “Did you move your leg?” I ask in a calmer voice, hopefully relaying my excitement about what I think I just saw, but it doesn’t work. The fog of his anger isn’t allowing my words to get through to him the way they should. Either that, or he’s just that much of a prick.
    “What the fuck did you just ask me? Did I move my leg? For fuck’s sake, listen to yourself!