Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Your bedside manner needs work.” She had been expecting him to say how worried he had been, maybe even treat her gently and comfort her, just as he had in her dream.

But it turned out nothing was Like the dream. No comforting words. No gentle voice. All she got was his accusing tone. She was beginning to think maybe she shouldn’t have woken up. Just stay nice and warm and loved in her dream world. She was thinking maybe she should say she was tired and shoo him out of the ward. At least it would shut him up. She normally liked his voice, but now she just preferred silence.

This wasn’t how he used to treat her.

Staring at her ghostly white face, Carlos didn’t say a word

Indifferently, he turned around, leaving. His hands were in his pockets, balled into fists

Only he knew how much he wanted to hug her. But he had been telling himself not to.

“Carlos!” Debbie shouted, exerting all her strength to sit up.

Carlos paused and turned.

too weak. Don’t sit up.

for a response, he

you even care how I fell into

a bad driver before? Why now? Did it ever occur to you that something happened before the accident? Or maybe you were hoping I died so that you could be with another woman.” Debbie started panting after this. Only now had she stopped

the bed

have bumped your head. You’re talking

was tucking her in, she slapped

hot meal. This happened to be at the exact same time she slapped Carlos’

to Debbie with admiration, “Debbie, let me adjust the bed for you

thanks,” Debbie lashed

to eat.