What He Hates.

"You don't have to explain yourself. You can leave. I will ask Dave to drop you." Cruz announced as soon as Jessica walked into his room early the next morning.

Jessica sighed and dropped her gaze. "Do you now eavesdrop on my conversations?" She asked with clenched jaw and fist.

"I wasn't eavesdropping. I just happened to be around that area by that time." He defended himself.

"Well, get used to seeing me because I'm not leaving just yet but if you're in a hurry to see me leave…you can do us both a favor by getting better soon." She suggested but Cruz just hissed and tossed to the other side of the bed, turning his back on her.

"Why are you here then?" He asked.

"Isn't it obvious? To serve your breakfast and make sure you take your drugs!" Jessica repliedv, dropping the tray of food on the drawer beside Cruz's bed.

Cruz was too focused on distancing himself away from her that he didn't notice she had the tray earlier.

Jessica remained standing a few minutes after dropping