When You Say That You Are Fine, But You're Not Really Fine

I wish everyone would stop being so panicky about me. It's so draining! I can't even do things normally these days because they're treating me like an invalid. Can you believe that I am also being spoon-fed by my brother? I can't drive him away because, between us two, he's more stubborn than me.

Gwen heard everything and pursed her lips. She was still a little conflicted but seeing that I was serious, the concern in her eyes gradually lessened.

"Okay…" she mumbled. 

Haaahhh…

Thank goodness… 

The heaviness in my chest didn't lessen but my bitterness did. I'm also starting to get headaches due to frustration. 

Lively.

I wanted to be lively and not think about what's wrong with me.

"Why don't we go to the garden and inhale some fresh air? Seriously, I haven't felt the sun on my face for a week now!" I grumbled and stood up.

Erin was about to help me get up when I glanced at her sharply, making her stop in her tracks.