You returned home from the hospital after learning about your leukemia diagnosis. Fred, your husband, just got home smelling like alcohol, with kiss marks on his neck that weren't from you.

Although you wanted to tell him about your disease and ask about the marks, you chose not to because you're tired of arguments and his useless reasoning.

Leaving home, you went to the hospital. Soon, you arrived at your doctor Fidel's office and knocked before opening the door.

"Did my brother come home drunk again?" Fidel asked coldly. "I hate seeing you getting upset because of Fred's bullshit." he added, sitting in his office chair with arms rested on the armrest.