Chapter Forty-Eight: Responsibility

Chapter Forty-Eight: Responsibility

Samantha's POV

My head hurts as I wake up. My throat is dry as I try to speak. I open my eyes slowly. “You're awake,” Diego said with his messy hair. “Water,” I tried to speak. Damn it, I'm thirsty. He hurriedly left the room. I look around. Did he just take good care of me? There's also a towel on my forehead. The door opened, and he was holding a glass of water.

“Here,” he helped me sit and lean my back on the wall. I started drinking. I gave him the glass after I finished. He placed it on the table.

“How are you feeling?” he asked me. He removed the towel from my forehead. He placed the back of his palm on it to feel if I'm still hot.

“My head still hurts, but I'll be okay,” I told him while smiling genuinely.

“You should rest. Are you hungry?” he asked me. He really sounded so worried.

“Yup, I want to eat pizza,” I told him. He nodded without hesitation and grabbed his phone.

“What else?” he asked me. I shook my head. “That's all. Thank you,” I