Just Her Fiancé

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There was a rushing around and a hustle of  demanding voices. One of the doctors called out "Clear!" And there was a thud as Teresa was shocked. Carlo stood in the shadows, frowning. He didn't want to kill Teresa. But he had had no choice. And now as he stood at the very far corner of the room, he was starting to regret his discion. This was a new feeling for Carlo, regret. He had killed many people in his time, but never once felt any regret about it.
But as he stared deeply upon Teresa's peaceful face as she began to slowly regain her heartbeat, he found himself making another decision that would probably be looked down upon by his sister.
"Excuse me," Carlo walked up towards the doctor, "When do you think she will be healthy enough to leave?"
The doctor looked at him strangely. "She should be okay to go in about a week."
"Good. Let me know when she can go. I'll send for someone to pick her up. Here is my number." Carlo replied, handing the doctor a card and began to walk away.
"Ah, wait, who are you?" The doctor asked quickly, before Carlo could leave.
"No one important," Carlo smiled, "Just her Fiancé."

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