Making peace with the devil (1)

"Did you run back to your ex-boyfriend for help?" Carlos taunted her as soon as she went to check on him the next morning. He was annoying as ever.

"Leland Santino is not my ex." She corrected him although he had already known that for years. She was not in the mood to fight with him or anyone.

"Pardon me. I should say your crush. What did you ever see in him anyway?" He sat up albeit with difficulty, meeting her raging eyes. "Do all women love villains?"

She clenched her fists nearly hard enough for the needle in her hand to break. When she felt the sting in her finger, she replaced it and walked over to him. "At this point, I'm starting to wish you died."

"Yet you saved my life with your own hands." He laughed, knowing she didn't feel that way. No matter how much she hated him, he was her patient now and she had to treat him as such. This gave him the freedom to taunt her as much as he wanted. "It must be hard on you, considering the turmoil of emotions you have."