The Prisoner of the Devils'

Nerveous

"His condition has improved, but he still has to rest and lie down for a few days here. I can't yet recommend him being brought home as you request, Mr. Skylar." Alex's doctor's expression turned serious despite still being full of smiles. "That would be dangerous for him. His head was hit very hard and the slightest shock would make him nauseous and vomit even in pain. You don't want that to happen to her, do you?"

"How many days until he can get back to normal, Doctor?" Skylar talks about Starla as if Starla is not in the room.

Alex's doctor looked calculated. "Maximum seven days, but do not rule out the possibility that less than seven days of development has improved, we will recommend it to be treated at home."

Skylar. Seven days? And Starla's not in her rhetorical area? No. gabe. Skylar won't let the woman stay here, Starla can be cared for at home and she can keep an eye out for her. In addition, Starla can also be free from the menacing dangers of the hitmen and Gavino. Skylar had to quickly bring Starla home.

"No!" skylar said quickly, which made doctors Alex and Starla immediately turned to him. "I won't let my wife be here. I'm asking him to stay home."

"But—"

"Don't argue with me. This is an order!" cut Skylar. "Prepare everything, because in a little afternoon I'll take her home. And prepare also an experienced doctor to take care of him in my house, let my wife do the treatment at home."

Inevitably, doctor Alex nodded slowly. "Alright, Sir. As your request, Mrs Starla will be treated at home with an experienced doctor who will take care of her. I'll prepare everything, Mr. Skylar." The young doctor turned towards Starla. "I'm sure you'll be cured soon." Her smile as bright as the Sun flashed again, leaving Starla awestruck, even after Alexa's doctor left.

Skylar looked at Starla and sneered. "Don't dream!" annoyed sigh.

Starla looked at Skylar and frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You looked at the doctor with a dumb and enchanted look, like a virgin who saw her first man!" Skylar's smile was really mocking. "I forgot that you're not a virgin and I'm your first man."

Starla was really angry at Skylar, the man was really a fusion of all that she hated, brash, impolite and very rude. Perhaps that is why God created it with extraordinary physical perfection, to compensate for its vices.

"Why are you helping me?" starla asked to switch the conversation, after remembering why she could be here and still be saved.

Skylar sat down on the chair next to Starla and looked at her flatly. "Why? Do you want to die?"

Die off? A sentence so frightening to him. But lately, that sentence is everyday food for her. The man in front of him was too easy to throw threatening sentences and wanted to kill him. And yes, Starla would probably rather die than live with Skylar.

Starla threw away her gaze, ignoring her tears that had fallen back down in ignorance. "Yes!" he replied with a trembling tone.

Everything Starla did, was Skylar's concern. The man saw how Starla was trying to hide her tears, but still Skylar could see her clearly.

"Unfortunately, you just need to die with my own hands, and I won't let you die in this accident."

Starla's tears are pouring out. "Alright, do what you think is good, Skylar."

Both were imprisoned in silence. Until then, Starla growled. His head was throbbing, like being pierced with an iron rod. He then grimaced and held his head.

Skylar's expression instantly changed. The man stood up from his chair and half sat on the bed, hugging Starla. "Star? You why? Stella ...."

"My head .. My head hurts a little. I'm fine."

"Lay." Skylar helped to tidy up the pillows behind Starla, then slowly laid the woman down on the bed.

Starla closed her eyes, feeling the throbbing begin to subside, and sighed.

Starla took a deep breath and opened her eyes, finding the extraordinarily handsome face looking at her anxiously, completely anxious, not something contrived.

"It's been a little better" Starla replied in a squeaking tone.

Skylar gave a nod. "Lay. If your condition has not improved, maybe you should just be treated here, and home care I cancel it. How's it?"

Starla shakes. He was uncomfortable in the hospital for too long. Although Skylar's house was also not the best and safe place for her, but at least there was Jeane who was like a mother to her. And Starla already missed the middle-aged woman.

"I'm home-groomed, Skylar. I'm not comfortable in this hospital."

Skylar stared fixedly at Starla, then again said, "Alright. If that's how you should rest. And in the afternoon we go home."

The look on his face was so different from the painful sentences he always uttered. Is Skylar really worried? But how is it possible? Wasn't this man a ruthless man who wanted revenge on him and intended to kill him with his own hands?

But Starla's memory back on the night of the accident is now vividly imprinted in her memory that Skylar actually grabbed her that night, hugged her tightly and held back the shocks to protect her. Maybe if it wasn't for being hugged by Skylar, Starla's body had already been thrown, and not just her head was injured. That night, Skylar was clearly protecting her.

Isn't it obvious? Those questions were answered by Skylar. The man took pains to help her just because he did not want her to die at the hands of others and not at Skylar's own hands. Yeah, so mean a Skylar.

Silent for a moment, then Skylar sighed. "Rest, if you need anything, you just push the button near the bed."

And then Skylar went to close the door slowly from the outside. Leaving Starla alone in the dark.

****

Skylar leaned his body against the wall and massaged his throbbing forehead, his chest aches and pains. He did not know where the pain was coming from, and he did not want to find out at all. He became a traitor, a man so hypocritical. He's sinning, he's guilty of his Angela.

Merely, seeing Starla in pain almost made her explode in anxiety, and it was all because of her enemies who were about to harm her, but it was even Starla that they managed to harm.

"Is everything okay, sir?" Andreas shows up, he is indeed on guard duty there and anxiously sees Skylar just leaning against the door.

Skylar turned his head, looked at Andreas and frowned. "Ah yes, she's fine. There was just an attack on his head and he was in pain."

"Are you worried, Sir?"

Worrying? Was he worried about his enemy? But why, he should be happy to see that his enemy was suffering and tormented. Wh why?

"What empty mouth are you saying, Andreas!" gnarled Skylar violently. He did not want to show any of his worries to Andreas.

The man chuckles. "That means I've seen it wrong, sir. I'm sorry!" he said with a foul tone.

Skylar growling. "Prepare for Starla's return. I don't think it's a safe place for Starla to take care of."

Andreas nodded. "Okay, Mr. Skylar."