She Regretted Stealing My Insulin
My girlfriend had one of those guy friends she insisted was basically family.
On a group hike, he knew I had diabetes and couldn't eat anything high in sugar, but he still coaxed me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, and my blood sugar spiked almost instantly.
When I pulled out my insulin to inject, panic shot through me. My medication had been switched out for saline.
I collapsed to the ground, shaking and retching. The fake nice-guy just looked down at me with a smug twist of his mouth.
"Seriously, man? You're being dramatic. It's just a little sugar. Good thing I told Selene to swap your meds, or we'd never know how far you'd go to fake it. With a body this weak, how are you supposed to protect Selene?"
I turned to my girlfriend, my breathing already turning shallow. "Selene, give me my insulin. If I don't inject it right now, I'm going to die."
She frowned as if I were the one being unreasonable. "You're overacting. I've never heard of someone dying from a bit of sugar. Adrian's right. You're always looking for attention. Everyone finally got together today, and you're here ruining it."
I felt everything inside me go cold. I didn't even bother arguing anymore.
I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and rasped, "Mom, your son's about to get bullied to death. Are you going to step in or not?"