A tough guy, he rarely showed his feelings, much less adopt a different facial expression. But when


    Emmett told him that Debbie had a car ident and her car fell into the deepest river in Alorith, all the


    blood drained from his face.


    When Carlos and his men reached the ident site, Debbie’s car hadn’t been retrieved yet. Some


    professionals were working on it. The site was thronged with people, but few of them had witnessed


    exactly what had happened. Anxious to know how Debbie was, he told Emmett to ask around, see if


    anyone knew what happened to the driver. It took a Long while before he found someone. They told


    him that the woman driving the car had been rescued and taken to the hospital.


    Then Emmett checked all the hospitals nearby. It took him a bit to cut through the red tape, but that


    was what he was hired for. He finally found Debbie in Alorith Second General Hospital.


    Debbie had been asleep for quite a few hours, and had quite a few dreams to match that extended


    time. She remembered seeing Carlos in her dream. He told her gently that he came to get her out of


    that ce.


    A man’s exasperated growl interrupted her wandering thoughts.


    “Didn’t you say she’de around this morning? Do you know what time it is? 2 p.m.! Why is she still


    unconscious? You call yourselves doctors? I spend a ton of cash on this hospital every year. I pay you


    good money. And what do I get in return? A bunch of idiots! “


    “Please don’t worry, Carlos. Mrs. Hilton is only sleeping.


    “


    “Sleeping? She’s been asleep sincest night! You tell me that’s normal? “


    “Carlos, why are you yelling? ” a feeble voice scolded.


    Hearing her, Emmett said to himself, ‘Thank God, Debbie’s finally awake. If she slept any longer,


    Carlos would probably tear this hospital down around our ears.


    As soon as he heard Debbie’s voice, Carlos’ anger vanished like smoke on the wind.


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    He and the others all rushed to her bed. The doctors looked at her, thankful and anxious. Now they


    knew their jobs were safe. At the same time, they prayed Debbie would be fine so that they wouldn’t


    get another round of sturm and drang from Carlos. Debbie was surprised to see so many doctors


    surrounding her. One might think she was dying or had contracted some weird and highly-contagious


    disease. But she knew that it was all because Carlos had lit fires under these doctors’ backsides. They


    knew that their jobs were on the Line, so they gave her the very best care. One of the perks of owning


    the hospital, Debbie figured.


    The director of the hospital himself examined Debbie, listening to her heart and lungs, checking her


    vitals, making sure that her reflexes were good. Afterwards, he assured Carlos repeatedly and


    unctuously that there was nothing serious with his wife. Only then did Carlos allow the doctors to leave


    the ward.


    Looking at Debbie’s colorless face, Carlos was deeply worried.


    “Bring the food,” hemanded Emmett.


    “Yes, Carlos.” Emmett turned to fetch the food.


    The couple were left alone in the ward. Carlos seemed a little distant, while Debbie was silent. The


    atmosphere in the room turned awkward.


    “What happened?” Carlos finally broke the ufortable silence.


    Debbie turned her back to him.


    “Isn’t it obvious? Can’t you see for yourself?”


    Her car had been retrieved. After going over the car, they determined the brakes were working. The


    other parts of the car were all functioning fine. So the only thing Carlos could think of was Debbie’s


    driving.


    “Since you’re such a bad driver, don’t get behind the wheel.


    The driver can take you wherever you want to go.”


    Debbie turned to look at him with a sneer.