Petulance and pity take over. “I shouldn’t have fallen. Nothing makes sense. I know how to ride a fucking bull.” Dr. Joy looks down at me. “The symptoms you describe just before your fall—dizziness, blurred vision—you had a migraine.” Davis pushes off the wall, crossing his arms. “It was too soon for you to ride.” I glare at him and his asshole words. “I already hate almost all men. Don’t make me add you to the list, Davis.” “For fuck’s sake,” Wyatt snarls. “You ain’t helpin’, D.” “I’ve been fine at El Toro,” I insist to the entire room. “I haven’t had a migraine in…in almost a year. My hand
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