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.

still too weak. Don’t sit up. Get

waiting for a response, he continued with

ass! Don’t you even care how I fell into the

fell? Were you having a sweet moment with Megan, with her in your arms? The first thing I heard after waking up was you blaming me for being a bad driver. Was I ever 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 to take a

bed

your head. You’re talking crazy. Maybe a CAT scan will reveal

him in the face. While Carlos was tucking her in, she slapped his hands and snarled,

This happened to be at the exact same time she

admiration, “Debbie, let me adjust the bed for you so

Debbie lashed

to eat. Let me