“There’s paracetamol in the cupboard.” “Mam.” “No, Joey.” “I’m asking ya to help me,” I bit out, feeling the desperate hunger for relief steadily clawing its way up my throat. “Please, Mam.” “Joey.” “Please,” I ground out. “I’m in pain.” “I told you that I have paracetamol in the cupboard.” “Please,” I choked out, resisting the urge to scream, Fuck your paracetamol. “Just this once and I’ll never ask again.” “Joey.” “I’ll beg if I have to.” “Don’t beg.” “Please, Mam. Fucking please.” “Fine.” Tears filled her eyes. “Just this once.” “What do you have?” She sniffled before whispering,
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