He left me too...
"Who would've thought that the big, bad Ezra is scared of needles." I mocked but she didn't retort, instead she asked, "Is she dead?"
With a long-suffering sigh, I stood up from her bedside and sat down in a chair. "No. She's not." Her eyes twitched in anger and I clarified, "She's in a coma."
At my revelation, an amused smile slowly crept on her face, and throwing back her head, she laughed loudly. "Even hell doesn't want to receive her!!"
I closed my eyes, shaking my head from side to side. "You're insufferable..." Opening my eyelids, I gestured at her, raising my voice. "How can you laugh right now?! Do you understand the chaos you caused?! You two almost died!"
"Who cares," she said curtly, trying to sit straight and wincing at her side pain. "She learned her lesson and I had the intense fight I was craving. I barely got a scar in return. Who cares about the chaos."
"Roy...?" I replied sarcastically.