"Get the hell out" Miguel hissed out, his hands gripping the sides of his desk tightly.

The smell of your blood hit his nose and it made it even harder for him to resist going over to you and sucking the blood out from you. But he didn't. He couldn't. So, he was trying to kick you out. Even though you weren't listening to him.

"Whatever you gotta said isn't important now." he said, glaring at you angrily.