She didn't know what to say or how to even react to this just unimaginable situation… that the same man that shot him, the same man she was hating herself for, the same man who was on a killing spree just walked into her hospital room with a fucking bouquet of tulips in his hand and a gift pack… but moreover with that same fucking smile on his face just like back in the warehouse.
Yeah, this motherfucker just showed up… like somebody who cares for her… what the fuck.
"Olivia, how are you, darling?" Joseph asked as he stepped toward her bed, something she still couldn't believe was actually happening. The only thing that felt real was the heart monitor, beeping like fuck. "I brought you some chocolate." He said as he pulled it out from the bag and put it on her lap, which she was just staring at him. "Are you feeling unwell? Should I call for the doctor?"
She didn't answer. Not because she couldn't, but because what the fuck was she supposed to say?
