60. For her, I'd do anything

ANTONIO

Erica refused to talk to me. After her outburst in the hospital, I had managed to control her and received many little scratches from her blunt nails. Her words still echoed in my brain and made my blood run cold. “I should've died. Why did you save me?” She had fought me and cried all the time until the doctor had come and given her medicine to calm her down.

“It’s not something out of ordinary. Panic attacks are a norm after overdosing. Patients feel a little overwhelming with the effects of drugs still in their system and especially with someone who took them with the intention of commi—” At my hard glare the doctor had stopped and told me to keep an eye on her and to give her as much fluids as we can. And suggested that we should also consider a psychiatrist for her. She wasn’t fucking crazy, my little devil. Ephraim had saved the doctor’s face from being rearranged when he had pulled him out of the hospital room.

But right now, I couldn't help but feel all the more guil