"get off me" Santos says icily, breaking the contact between them
"What! You think I want to.....to lay on you?" Camila hissed. She got off him and proceeded to place the cold napkin on his forehead. This time he stayed in place.
"You think I want to lay on you? In fact I should'nt help you because of your bad attitude" she added as she kept dapping his forehead with the cold napkin.
"Then why do you help me?" He growled.
"Because I can't watch your silly ass die" she replied.
"You're really burning up. I will be right back" Camila rushed out to the kitchen. She tried to prepare something hot for him. Maybe a concotion.
She was trying to be fast.
"Can I have a glass of water?" Esme's voice interupted her.
"Aaah sure" she replied and stopped what she was preparing.
She went to get
