(VALENTINO'S POV)
When I woke up and found myself lying in the hospital, I got pissed.
Actually… pissed isn't even the right word.
I'm beyond pissed.
At this point I'm just sick of it.
Hospital beds. White walls. That same sterile smell that sticks to your nose and won't leave.
It feels like I've been in and out of places like this nonstop for the past few months, and I'm getting real tired of it.
I hate it.
I hate how weak I've been ever since I woke up from that coma.
Hate how my body keeps betraying me at the worst possible times.
Hate the fact that I can't even sit through one fucking dinner without ending up flat on my back in a hospital bed like some fragile piece of glass.
The door suddenly swings open, cutting through my thoughts.
My father walks in first.
Then Nonna and Aunt Francesca follow right behind him.
A small smile pulls at my lips when I see them.
"Val, oh thank God you're okay," Nonna breathes, rushing straight to my side.
