Steve’s expression hardened as he stood with his arms crossed, blocking the path to the door of in our living room, a space that once felt warm and inviting but now cold and suffocating. "She’s family, Claire," he said coldly. “You know how serious her condition is. You need to understand that sometimes we have to make sacrifice for the ones we love”
“Love?” I scoffed. “Is this love? Forcing me to do something against my will?’
Steve stepped closer, invading my personal space. Lower his voice his voice to a whisper. “You have to help me Claire, she’s my Sister.”
But I wasn’t going to do it. Not for her. Not for him.
It didn’t matter what I wanted, though. Steve always got his way. His men grabbed me and took me to the hospital, ignoring my protests. The smell of disinfectant stung my nose as I struggled against the restraints. We were in a sterile hospital room, bright florescent lights casting harsh shadows on the white walls. Steve himself inserted an IV into my arm. Every muscle in my body tensed, but it was useless to fight.