Oh no, you don't get to play that card. I did what you and mom taught me to do. Protect my baby brother. I made sure you got the best damn care there was. But I had to protect him. We went to New York and I did my best to be the alpha like mom trained me to be. Did my best to get Derek out of his shell so he wasn't just drowned in misery.
When we came back... it wasn't six years, or maybe we had lost track of time me trying to hold it together with no one there to help. It didn't feel that long, but maybe it was. When we did come back, that's when you killed me.
So, if you think I should've prioritized you over making sure my own brother didn't kill himself, then fine. And had I known about the bitch of a nurse, I'd of killed her on the spot.