“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

and look after you. I don’t want to take care of

speechless. He recalled how tender and sweet she had been when she had danced on the stage the other day. Sadly, that side of

in her bedroom and went

room, Julie was heating up the dishes for Debbie. She had already gotten a call from Carlos asking

Debbie

to the hospital

you’re worried about me, just call the doctor in. It would

said there was no medical equipment here and you would receive better treatment at the hospital. This is the doctor’s advice,

got exasperated and once again, Carlos was

her teeth, angry at the man’s

Leaving. I won’t come

one step before Carlos took her wrist

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