"Honey, I think you exaggerated a bit," I repeat as I look at the office where they still have me waiting.

"I'm not. You see, the doctors have done several studies; if it hadn't been nothing, they would have let you go to the house immediately, but here we are still," he contradicts me. I don't know because I still haven't learned the lesson of how stubborn he can be.

I decide to smile at him and cross my arms, making him understand how boring I am "if you say so," I answer him.

One day, Lucas should understand that not everything can be as he wants. That's what I try to make him understand by pretending to be upset. However, he approaches me, making me nervous "don't be mad at me," he asks me. Lucas leans on the stretcher and tilts his body close to my lips, "I just want to take care of you, as I should have done from the beginning," he defends himself.

"You don't play fair doing this..." I manage to tell him even though I'm barely thinking.

"You don't play fair either. You're so bea