“It was all real. You got hurt because of Megan,” Debbie muttered in a slightly horrified tone. The fact was still too hard for her to process.

Hearing her words, Carlos scooped her cheek with one hand and tried to comfort her, “Deb, you know that—”

“I know, I know,” she said resignedly. After getting out of bed, she prattled on.

“I’m going downstairs for breakfast. Then we’re going to the hospital. Dr. Jordan said your wound needed to be treated in the hospital. Or else it is going to fall prey to inflammation or infection.”

Carlos was recovering quickly. Debbie was surprised to see him able to be on his feet already. And he looked like a million bucks.

“I don’t need to go to the hospital,” he protested.

Debbie turned her head back and threatened, “Fine! Then you can ask

I don’t want to take care

she had been when she had danced on the stage the other day. Sadly, that side of her appeared only

dressed in her

up the dishes for Debbie. She had already gotten a call from Carlos asking her

breakfast, Debbie went

you going to the

the doctor in. It would be

and you would receive better treatment at the hospital. This is the doctor’s advice, not mine. Why

again,

her teeth, angry at the

this, then I’m Leaving. I won’t come

one step before Carlos took her wrist and

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