I glared at her.

“It Wouldn't be better if there weren’t drugs involved.” She said.

“I highly doubt it. Then you wouldn’t have slept at all, You were vomiting and doing some strange things yesterday. I tried to leave the room, but I couldn't. I'm worried and scared. I’m sure that your beat-up stomach would not be feeling better right now.” She added.

I had to give her credit. She was partially right. I probably wouldn’t have slept and I probably wouldn’t feel better. But I would have been able to leave and do what I like, so she had no right to take that choice away from me. I...