Falling for Mr Mafia

Chapter 11

Megan's POV

*shouting*

I groan at the loud noise.

Trying to hearing things clearing I heard a familiar voice.

"You told me 24hrs! It's been 3 days!!"

"I'm sorry Mr Rodriguez. But we can't keep track of these things. If Miss Moon has been passed out for 3 Days means she's tired. Now please."

"Urgh!"

THREE DAYS?!

I'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR THREE DAYS?!

...

...

Well I'm much energized now.

Slowly I opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital. But not the normal type....

It's really....um...mafia looking like? Like a soldiers resting room.

Looking down I saw tubes connecting to my hand. And I have a breathing mask on.

The two white plastic doors open and a pale, sulky, tired, not shaven, 'DEAD' Diego walked through the doors.

"Diego..." I croaked.

Damn my throat feel painful..

"Moon! You're awake!" He dropped the bag of food he was holding and rushed to me.

"God you don't know how happy you being awake makes me feel." He kissed my forehead hugging he tightly.

Snuggling in his scent I pulled away and look at him closer.

My god his terrible...

"You look horrible." I bluntly stated, grimacing at his skinny face.

He looks like a zombie...

"Thanks." Diego said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Diego!" I slapped his arm.

"Women!"

"Have you been eating! Or evening sleeping!" I yelled at him holding his face. I removed the mask breathing in the air.

"Nope." He popped the 'p'.

Slapping his face and brought him to a hug.

"Damn...are you always so violent when you wake up." He rubbed his face glaring at me.

I glare back but soon kissed his cheek lightly.

"Always take care of your body first! God you must be hungry. Where's that food you brought. Eat it. And I want to see every bit in there gone!"

He chuckles and leans our foreheads together.

"Why are you so damn cute."

Pouting, he rolled his and grabbed the food, pouring some water.

Giving it to me I gulped it all down.

Wiping my mouth unladylike.

What. If he can't stand it then... well...