Toni's P.O.V

I stood in front of the full-length mirror examining the stitches on my back. There was a 7-inch one running down the further left of my back, another was a 3-inch one near the small of my back, and the rest were small cuts.

I ruffled my hair and sat down, unsure of what to do. I phoned Nicole and asked her to get me the painkillers the doctor had prescribed for me, and withing half an hour after her shift ended, she showed up in a pair of jeans, a crop top, and the bag with my medicine.

I threw a shirt on and welcomed her in, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?" She smiled.

"Did what?" I attempted an innocent expression.

She rolled her eyes and sat down, "Who said you can sit? I only wanted my meds," I shrugged.

Color rose to her cheeks as she began getting up, but I steadily walked over to her, gently pushing her back down, "I'm messing with you," I offered her a drink, but she ended up getting us some from the kitchen, "I'm sorry I'm being a bad host," I laughed.

"Now I have to nurse you outside the hospital as well?" She shook her head.

I smirked, "I know it's your pleasure to do so. Anyway, tell me about you, Nicole from the Hospital."

"Well, Toni from Trouble, I'm just a Spanish girl who works in this hospital with not much happening with my life. I grew up here my entire 26 years and I have a boring life." She shrugged.

I waved my hand dismissively, "You get to walk around in a hospital and mess with patience if you'd like. Plus you're beautiful so who can complain?"

She blushed, "Thank you," she leaned her head on my shoulder and scooted closer to me.

"Come here," I smiled, motioning to my lap.

She seated herself on my lap and leaned in. I brushed my lips against hers before slowly deepening the kiss. "I'm sorry I can't do this," she whispered.

"What's the problem?" I asked, slightly backing away. "I didn't mean to rush you into an-"

"It's not you," she stood up.

I attempted standing up and had to balance myself. She turned to leave but I grabbed her wrist, "Speak to me," I gently encouraged.

"It's me," her eyes glistened with tears. "You're just too nice to me and-"

"You're worrying me,"

"Valentina set me up to be your nurse. I knew all that was happening. She set me up to be your nurse because she knew I can take care of you if your condition became bad after her dirty game," the tears rolled down her eyes. "But you don't deserve any of this,"

"So you were in on it with her?" I felt my blood pressure rise.

"It's not as bad as you th-"

"Get the fuck out of my house," I spat.

She was still crying as she took her purse and left, but I couldn't care less. Everything at this point was taking the downfall, and I was going to take it down on them rather than have it collapse on me.

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