“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

come over and look after you. I don’t want to take

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

in her bedroom and went

Debbie. She had already gotten a call

breakfast, Debbie went

the hospital

worried about me, just call the doctor in.

doctor was here yesterday. He said there was no medical equipment here and you would receive better treatment at the hospital. This is the doctor’s advice, not mine. Why

and once again, Carlos

ground her teeth, angry at the

I’m Leaving. I won’t come back until your wound

Carlos took her wrist and agreed resignedly,

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