Angela cleaned her wet cheeks with the back of her hand and stood up from the bed, she walked slowly towards the door. 

Antonio grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Where do you think you are going?”

He rasped.

“To my room”.

Angela replied with a tight frown.

“You are not strong enough to leave the emergency room,I will advise you to go back to bed and rest”.

He said gently.

Angela was glaring at him, probably cursing him in her heart.

He pressed the back of his palm on her forehead.

“Your fever is still very high”.

“Get your hands off me”.

Angela spat out trying to pull her hand...