“Stop asking for others to help you from me,” I snap, my temper getting the better of me. “It’s supposed to be the other way around.” She flinches, but her lips thin in a line. “You can’t talk to a patient like that,” the doctor scolds. “Fuck off. You don’t get to tell me how I speak to my wife.” “H-help me,” Rai whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please help me, please.”
