CLARA’S POV
“What the f**k do you think you are doing??” Arsenio asked as he gazed at me intensely.
“Hmm…n…no..noth…nothing.” I said stuttering.
I tried getting up from the bed but his grip on my hand prevented me from doing so.
“Please let go of me.” I said.
“Why are you in my room??? What the f**k happened to me??” he asked.
“Just let go of me first and I will explain everything.” I said as he tightened the grip on my hand.
He continued his intense gaze at me as he slowly loosened the grip on my hand.
“Now talk.” he said.
“You passed out….I don’t know if you can remember but you were shot and kept on bleeding a lot and so you passed out and a doctor came over here to take care of you.” I said.
“Where is he??” he asked.
“Where is who??” I asked in confusion.
“The doctor Cretin
