(RAFFAELE'S POV)
I can't feel my arm.
That's the part I keep coming back to.
Not the pain in my shoulder which is dull and constant, spreading outward from beneath the bandages. Not the exhaustion sitting behind my eyes so heavily that keeping them open feels like a physical effort.
Just… I can't feel my arm.
I asked them why. And I don't like how their faces changed after I did.
Angelo and Krystal are both standing at my bedside and neither of them has said a single word since the question left my mouth.
Angelo's jaw is set in a way I recognize. The way it gets when he's running calculations in his head and not liking any of the answers.
Krystal on the other hand just stares at me. But her eyes…
They look distant as if she's somewhere else entirely.
They already know something.
"Why…" My voice comes out thinner than before. I have to pause and collect enough breath to continue. "Why are you both looking at me like that?"
They still don't say anything.
