On the fourth morning, Marc was well enough he had recovered and was commanding his nurse to let him go out. His nurse insisted that he could not get up. She would have kept him in the bed for a few days longer if she could but he was very demanding and authoritative and spoke in a very authoritarian manner that she could not ignore. His eyes were dark and furious as he said. “I am getting up !” I was outside the door as I heard his voice and turned to listen with a half-smile on my face. That was Marc I remembered I have not heard that note in his voice since the accident. I knocked at his door and the nurse came to admit me in looking highly disturbed. “He doesn't listen Mrs. Garcia.” she whispered crossly as though Marc was a naughty child who needed a good tight slap, which I thought he did and I would love to give him one. Marc was sitting up against his fellows his arms folded across his silk pajamas, his eyes glittering. “Why are you both whispering at the door?” He demanded glaring across the room. “Carmen you come here! I will have no conspiracies behind my back. “ I gave the nurse an apologetic smile and went inside as his dark eyes landed on me at every step I could feel he was surveying me from head to toe. I felt like giving him a tight slap there right then and then. “Why are you wearing denim in this hot weather?” he asked impatiently. “I hate women who wear them ! Take them off .” I looked at him Coolly and said. “ We are very irritated this morning, aren't We Nurse?” “We are always when we are feeling a little better.” the nurse said comfortably and Marc gave them both an infuriated look. "Don't talk as if I am not in the room.” Marc roared. “You have to rest then,” I said sweetly enjoying the frustrated rage in his dark eyes. “You are far too weak to get up today .” “Carmen I'm getting up,” he said through his gritted teeth and tried to get up. I shook my head and said. “No darling you must do as the nurse says.” The nurse who was happily grinning the way I commanded him looked delighted and said. “Your wife is right Mr. Garcia you should rest today.” “The nurse knows the best,” I told him softly and for a moment he looked at me and his hands curled into a fist on the bed covers. “Then God bless you both of you,” Marc muttered then turned to the other side and facing away from them the whole attitude of his body indicating that he was very angry. I stood watching his neck beneath the short curly black hair as it showed his muscles were tensed. Marc can be a real pain in the ass when he was angry. “Are you going to be like that the whole day?” I asked “Why are you asking me when you are the one who suggested it.” he then turned and looked at me. “Marc I'm just trying to do what is best for you.” I mocked my eyes very expressive. He looked at me and said.” I am sick of being tied down in bed. I want to spend a few hours with you.” Something in the way he said made me move back as I did not like his tone, I tried to control myself and said. “You are still weak Marc. I know it's hard for you, but you have to face the fact the journey here was more of an effort than you will admit, give yourself time to recover. And I am not running away so you need not worry. And after saying that I started walking towards the door. “Where do you think you're going ?” I heard him shout angrily. I turned and looked at him smilingly and said. “ I am a little bit tired, so I want to go and rest in my room.” And before he could say anything, I was out. For the rest of the day, I kept myself away from Marc although he sent a message through Ada that he wished to see me. I politely thanked Ada for the news and turned away and closed my eyes telling her, I was very tired. I went to bed early but had gone and checked on Marc as I was worried he would get anxious and would not sleep properly. The nurse had given Marc his medicines on time and I saw that he was fast asleep. ********* The next morning as I walked into Marc's room, I saw him reading a book. The dark eyes surveyed me and as I looked at him, I knew that he had changed his attitude since the previous day. And I felt a little nervous as I walked near him. “You look much better,” I said walking to the window and glancing out fascinated by the pale blue of the Sky. “The weather is getting warmer too. “ “Come here,” Marc ordered in a commanding voice. I'm feeling a little bit hungry, so I just want to go to the kitchen and eat something.” I said trying to act as if I have not heard him. “Come here or I'll come and get you," Marc told me, his dark eyes narrowed in an unspoken threat. I turned in surprise. “what's wrong ? why are you so angry? “ I walked near his bed staring at him, my eyes researching answers. Had I imagined it or had I seen the old Marc’s face as he was looking much better. “Don’t order me around Marc,” I said softly and there was a coldness in my facial expression. His eyes probed me and his hand caught me by surprise and dragged me down to the bed holding me so that I could not escape except by struggling violently and hurting him. “Marc leave me alone! “I exclaimed trying to avoid the hard mouth as it traveled across my cheek in search of my lips. He did not answer still trying to make me give him my mouth but I felt the anger in him heard it in his indrawn breath, the fierce movement of his hand on mine his hand turned me around despite my struggle and everything flashed before my eyes and I knew it. “Your memory is back isn't it! I breathed heavily my voice shaking. Marc give me a grim smile but said nothing and my own anger flared to meet his, a burning, bitter rage rushed through me like flame through dry Woods and showed it in my green eyes. I shivered inwardly as to what was coming next. Marc still did not say anything but put his head down before I had time to burst out with the words which were on my tongue and his mouth crushed mine hurting, possessing, a kiss without tenderness or care only making it clear of the rage he had inside him and to forced submission from me. I put my hands against his shoulders fighting to be free from him refusing to let him overpower me and at last he allowed me and I pulled away. I was breathing very heavily and trembling away I looked into his eyes.