Shawn moved fast. The second Xander said Yvonne needed a therapist, he was on the phone with one of the best in the world.
When Yvonne found out the therapist had arrived, she shot Xander a look, her lip twitching. "Are you serious? You're the one who needs their head examined."
"Not head, but heart," Xander corrected her, his expression dead serious.
Yvonne just stared at him. Was there a difference? It was all in the head, anyway.
"You should just let the doctor see you," Shawn chimed in. "This constant throwing up isn't good for you."
"See who? I'm not sick!" Yvonne snapped.
A damn therapist? Was Xander trying to get himself killed?
"That's what people with mental problems always say," Xander pointed out calmly.
The air went still. Yvonne crossed her arms, a dangerous aura radiating from her.
"Are you calling me crazy?" Her voice was laced with ice.
Seeing the storm gathering, Shawn's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, the princess was angry again.
"Hey, hey, let's not fight. My brother was just..." Shawn's words died in his throat as Yvonne leveled a ferocious glare at him. He swallowed hard.
"Never mind. I'm out of here."
He had been about to say Xander was just trying to help, but Yvonne's expression told him to shut up and run. Shawn scrambled away.
Yvonne stomped toward Xander, hands on her hips. "Seriously, what is wrong with you?"
She threw up once. And this moron gets her a therapist? Shouldn't he have called a gastroenterologist?
For the first time, Yvonne truly believed Xander was a world-class idiot. How could someone this dense even exist?
Before she could say more, Xander yanked her into his arms.



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