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Saturday, January 11th, 1992
"You are not hosting United tonight!" Gracie yelled at her sister, finally snapping.
Alex flinched, but her resolve didn't break. "Yes, I am."
"You're sick."
"I am not."
"When was the last time you ate? Because I know for a fact you didn't eaten breakfast or lunch today!"
"I don't know....It doesn't matter."
"It does matter. You haven't been eating, talking, barely drinking. I don't know how much you're sleeping, but it doesn't look like enough."
"I'm fine." Alex replied. She didn't feel like arguing, her head felt like it was full of cotton. She felt weak and exhausted despite how much she had been sleeping recently. She just wanted the day to be over and to go to bed. Why wouldn't Gracie leave her alone?
Gracie had been pacing long strides across the room, but suddenly stopped. "When was the last time you went to therapy?"
Alex shrugged. "Last week."
"No you didn't. You skipped because you were 'too tired'. And you didn't go today....Has it been two weeks since you saw your therapist?!"
Alex shrugged again. "I guess."
"You can't skip two weeks of therapy."
"Chill....It's only two hours."
"Two hours that you need."
Alex waved her hand dismissively. "It's just gender stuff."
"Gender stuff that you have to do if you want hormones or surgery."
"It's fine. I'll go next week." Alex mumbled, dozing off.
"Al!"
"W-what?"
"What is going on with you? You're really scaring me?"
"It's fine."
"Ale-"
Gracie didn't get to finish her sentence, let alone conversation, as Alex slumped forward, completely asleep. No matter what she did about it, Alex wasn't waking up.
....Well, at least now she couldn't do United....