Matthew's POV
I got back to see Marisa lying on the couch with her bag still there. "Marisa," I Iifted her hand in an attempt to drag her out but she wasn't responding and that got me scared.
"Marisa! Marisa get up it's not funny," I said but she was still lying there unconscious so I panicked. Who wouldn't? I was going to be the sole suspect if anything were to happen to her and she was in my apartment which would make it difficult to explain my innocence.
I quickly checked her pulse, she did have a pulse but it was weak. I needed to rush her to the hospital. "What did you do Marisa?" I mumbled trying to lift her, lucky she was coming around.
"You don't want me, why? I love you. I can make you happy. She left you. Meredith left you but I'm still here," she was uttering nonsense. She was subconscious so I didn't bother replying to it. I can't tell if she was faking it but the last thing I need right now is this kind of trouble.
