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.

weak. Don’t sit up.

he

down’ my ass! Don’t you even care

was you blaming me for being a bad driver. Was I ever a bad driver before? Why now? Did it ever occur to

bed and made her lie

have bumped your head. You’re

in the face. While Carlos was tucking her in, she slapped his hands and snarled, “Thank you, Mr.

the hot meal. This happened to be at

his laughter, he put the food on the edge of the bed and said to Debbie with admiration, “Debbie, let me adjust the bed for you so you can

thanks,” Debbie lashed

to eat. Let me