"Fuck you too," Rider said, stubbing his cigarette out on the frame of Pyxis's bed. "I like you just fine or I wouldn't be here. Just because I don't love people doesn't mean I'm fucking blind and Walden stares at you every time you pass each other in the hall. Him not wanting to lose his job doesn't mean he doesn't like you anymore. If you cared about his feelings you'd get that."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Right. I hate you. You hate Thoreau. Parkinson hates Malfoy and Luka and Lucy. Malfoy hates Parkinson and the cousin he's fucking. His cousin hates him too. If you left your room and looked at people, you might see what's really going on. And if you sit in silence about being sick, no the nurses aren't going to see it, but if you go to them and say you can't keep food down, they'll do their jobs. I liked you better when you were getting fucked regularly."
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