“Stop fucking telling me how I’ll feel!” Armaan yelled. Alright, his temper really hadn’t gone far at all. “You say I can’t know how things will go, well you can’t either!” They were going around and around in circles here, and it was always, apparently, going to have the same outcome. “You don’t know me at all. That has become very clear.” God, his head was swimming. He felt a little faint, and he moved to sit down in a chair because he didn’t want to keel over. He knew his blood sugar was low, which wasn’t helping.
“What even happened, Freddie? How did you end up on the other side of the door, bleeding out?”