“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

had danced

got dressed in her bedroom and went

Debbie. She had already gotten a call from Carlos asking her to do

breakfast, Debbie went back to

the hospital or not?” she asked

me, just call the doctor in. It would be much simpler that way

was no medical equipment here and you would receive better treatment at the hospital. This is the doctor’s advice, not

got exasperated and once again, Carlos was

angry at the man’s

you plan on acting Like this, then I’m Leaving. I

one step before Carlos took her wrist and agreed resignedly,

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