Samantha makes a bad face upon turning around to leave, holding herself not to scream in the presence of Simon.
With a stiff body, Samantha strides out of the room and unleashes a suppressed giddy scream when she reaches her chaotic room. "Aw shucks! That was mortifying." She flips her hair behind and stands straight. "Never mind, it's just skin. No big deal."
Samantha hurries to the wardrobe and rummages through her dresses. When she finally finds something she likes to wear for today, which is a casual rosy dress, she immediately goes back to keep an eye on Morgan.
"How is he?", asks Samantha in a nonchalant tone upon entering the room. She sees Simon applying some green liquid on Morgan's injuries from the door and rushes towards them, shoving Simon away from the bed, and the latter falls on his butt on the floor. "What did you do, you motherfucker?"
Simon picks himself up and gives Samantha a scrutinizing look, questioning her back, "And you? What are you doing?"
"Are you asking me?" Samantha sounds annoyed.
"Yeah, precisely, I am." Simon points to Morgan. "I'm healing him, but you? You pushed me away. What was that?"
"I… no fucking clue! I just feel that… you're taking advantage of him." Samantha says matter-of-factly.
Simon, who initially got annoyed, laughs at her as he states, "Oh My lovely Princess. You're doomed."
"Excuse me?" Samantha furrows her brows.
"Oh Gosh, you're jealous, honey." His laughter ends up a chortle, his shoulders bouncing up and down violently as his voice echoes in the room.
Samantha's countenance drastically changes. She exudes a dark aura and a murderous intent in the room. "Simon, you're tired of living, aren't you?"
Simon instantly stiffs his face into a serious mode. Even though he still has the urge to tease Samantha, he holds back himself. He has no plan to torture himself once she gets mad for real. So before it's too late to stop her animalistic behavior when she's upset, that seems going to erupt soon, he decides to get back to the real business. He clears his throat as he adjusts his collar. "Chill, okay? Anyway, I want to say I'm not done yet with him. But, if you don't want me to touch him, you can do it yourself."
Simon extends his hand to her, that is gripping a tiny bottle with some liquid inside.
"What do you mean by this?", asks Samantha with a crease on her forehead.
"Apply it to his body,'' replies Simon in a serious tone.
"Wait what?" Samantha looks surprised, pointing to her face. "Me? Apply that medicine on him?" She bursts into laughter, but suddenly drops it and sternly exclaims, "No way, Josè!"
"And why?", asks Simon with a frown. "You already touched him, why can't you do it?"
"Because…." Samantha pauses. She smirks. "That's your job. Don't idle." She pulls him back to the bed and urges him, "Go, and do it quick!"
Simon sighs. He can't argue with her more. He again takes a seat on the edge of the bed and pours some liquid on Morgan's body. He is about to spread it with his finger when Samantha feigns a rough cough.
Simon breaths out a heavy sigh. This woman won't admit it, but he notices her possessiveness towards Morgan. She doesn't even allow him, who is also a man, to touch Morgan. Out of no choice, he uses the bottom of the bottle and scatters the liquid evenly on Morgan's injuries.
"Next time, when it's the red moon, don't be too harsh on him in bed.", says Simon. "Unless he is ready for it. Otherwise, he—"
"He'll die?", interrupts Samantha.
Simon nods. "His body is unprepared. Besides…" He covers Morgan with the quilt and faces Samantha with a strict expression. "Since when was the last time you fed him? Goodness, he is starving and dehydrated."
"I'll go get him food."
"It doesn't matter." Simon stops her from leaving. "I already feed him with my precious capsule. Right now, what he needs is a complete rest."
Samantha's face darkens. "You made him drink your blood?"
"Yes."
"Why did you do that?" Samantha glares at him and in a flash, she stands in front of him, clutches his collar, and brutally throws him on the floor, away from Morgan.
"What have I done wrong?" Simon looks at her in disbelief.
Samantha rushes to him and is about to punch Simon's face when the latter ejaculates, "If not with my blood, he would be a corpse by now!"
Samantha's fist halts, inches away from his face. Intense rage is evident in her eyes, and it is too obvious based on how her arm trembles from holding back.
Simon exhales deeply. "Is that what you want to see?"
Samantha's jaws move inside her cheeks, chest heaving up and down vigorously. And in a blink of an eye, she tosses him against the wall as she let out a furious scream, "I should have healed him myself with my own blood if that's what I want. Can't you think of that?"
Simon rises on his feet as if nothing happened. "You're making it as a big deal. So what if I make him drink my blood? It's just a single drop. Unless you want him to die."
"I want you to die, idiot!" Samantha's nails grow and pounces on him on the floor
Simon doesn't fight back. He just gives her a quizzical look as she grips his neck, and even teases her. "Are you serious to kill me because of a mere joke?"
"What?"
"Look around him carefully.", he requests.
Samantha doesn't want to give him a damn, but considering their relationship, she gives him a chance to save himself. She does what he asked and roams her eyes around, only to find something hanging above the bed on the wall and has its tiny wire running towards Morgan.
Samantha comes into a realization. These things are objects she often sees in the hospital; dextrose drip and wires that are being inserted on the vein of the patient's wrist.
Yeah, right. How could an unconscious person eat something other than giving him a drip?
Samantha gnashes her teeth and elbows him on his stomach, making Simon's feet and head to arch up into a curl. "How dare you fool me!"
Simon chuckles, still lying on the floor, the pain he receives from that blow is not worth it of his time to pay attention to than her reactions. "I can't believe this." He chortles. "Who confidently told me before that she won't ever like anyone? Look at you? You lost control because of a weakling. Ha, ha, ha!"
"Bug off!" Samantha yells at him, eyes flashes red.
"Pssh!" Simon gestures a finger over his lips, which immediately make Samantha to stop from attempting to attack him again. "You're stimulating him. Don't scare him."
Samantha takes a deep breath and this time pulls a stiff smile, "Believe me, you don't want to stay here any longer."
Simon presses his lips into a thin line and then says, "Fine. I'm leaving then."
"Wait!"
"What else can I do for you, My Princess?" Simon bows at her with a grin spread across his face, purposely kidding her.
Samantha hesitates to speak, but eventually voices out her thoughts. "Aren't you a surgeon?"
Simon raises a brow since she already knows his line of work, but still bothers herself to ask him. He casts a glimpse on Morgan, wondering. "You need me to do something?"
Samantha shakes her head, who's anger finally dissipated, and cuts him off, "Don't at look him. Tomorrow, by dawn, come with me."