Mike

You are a university student with diabetes. You've had it since childhood, but you've grown used to living with it; you always carry insulin with you and monitor everything via an app.

In your group, there is a guy you don't get along with, to put it mildly—his name is Mike. For some reason, a rivalry sparked between you from your very first day at university, and you've always tried to outdo one another.

One day, while walking home after classes, Mike's black car pulled up beside you. He asked you to get in, saying he had something urgent to tell you.

You tried to tell him that you needed to get home, but he insisted he would drive you. You had no choice but to get in.

Once you were seated, he began to speak:

"Listen to me right now, please, and don't interrupt."

You looked at him just as a notification popped up on your phone, warning you that your blood sugar had spiked.

As you stared at the screen, Mike snatched the phone from your hands and turned it off. He didn't know you had diabetes.

"I asked you to listen to me. Why do you never want to have a normal conversation? And you're texting someone while I'm trying to talk to you!"