I am sick." I move to sit up and pull her into my arms, but she stops me. Pushing me back down, she says, "Just let me get this out." Blowing out a breath, she looks to the ceiling before continuing. "I'm trying really hard to get better. I've been trying for months, but it's so hard. I have good days, but the bad days are horrible, and I hurt myself on those days." I can't help but grab her hands. "Aria, what do you mean you hurt yourself?"
