A low, impatient growl escapes me, and the nurse appears much more nervous. I don’t have fucking time for this. I lean towards her, my voice lethally low as I say, “I’m Bruno Cataldi.” Recognition and realization flash throughout her face, and I see the worry that slips into her eyes. “Diana Elliott. The place is she?”

The nurse’s fingers tremble as she sorts one thing shortly into the pc. “S-she’s in restoration. Second ground, room 405.”

“Thanks,” I say tightly earlier than heading towards the elevator. However my gaze finds the aspect stairs, and I make a b-line towards them, understanding it’ll be quicker.

I’m going up the steps, two steps at a time, my coronary heart nonetheless thundering. This ground isn’t as busy because the one under, and I make my approach down the hallway, utilizing the indicators as indicators to search out out the place Diana’s room is. The second I discover it, I don’t hesitate and go inside, startling the physician that stands on the finish of Diana’s mattress, engaged on a pill.

However my gaze is on Diana, who’s asleep, wanting so small and frail within the hospital robe. A coronary heart fee monitor beeps persistently, the sound extra soothing than you’d assume, and tubes of fluids are hooked to her arm. Nasal cannulas are in her nostril, her chest rising and falling steadily. She’s alive. She’s okay.

I received’t lose her. I received’t lose anybody else once more.

“Is that this your spouse, sir?” The physician’s voice pulls me out of my ideas. I hadn’t even realized I’d moved to Diana’s aspect, my fingers brushing in opposition to hers, simply to really feel her pores and skin in opposition to mine. The physician, whose coat reads Dr. Parker, gazes at me intently.

My jaw tightens for a second. “Girlfriend,” slips out of my mouth simply, effortlessly. God is aware of Diana and I’ve a shit ton to determine—hell, our final dialog days in the past had been an argument. She’s nowhere close to being my girlfriend, however she is mine.

Dr. Parker nods. “She’s recovering effectively,” she tells me. “The bullet had ricocheted to her stomach, however we have been capable of get it out. She misplaced lots of blood, however she’s steady now.”

My throat works, fingers curling round Diana’s. There’s a stinging in my eyes that feels virtually overseas now. “When will she get up?” I ask gruffly.

“The anesthesia ought to be carrying off quickly, however she should still stay asleep. Her physique went by way of rather a lot. She wants the remainder.” Dr. Parker presses the pill to her chest, and I watch as she shakes her head whereas gazing at Diana. I see the reverence within the physician’s gaze, and I perceive why when she says, “She deserves to relaxation, after saving that little boy the best way she did.”

I blink, eyebrows pulling collectively. “What do you imply?”

Dr. Parker’s gaze flicks to me, and he or she raises her eyebrows in shock. “The entire hospital is speaking about it,” she tells me gently. “She’d used her physique as a protect to guard a bit boy from getting shot.”

Her phrases freeze me in place, my throat tightening to the purpose the place it turns into troublesome to breathe. It doesn’t take a genius to know what little boy she’s referring to—Matteo. Diana used her personal physique as a protect so my son didn’t get shot.

When Dr. Parker leaves, that’s when a heavy, shuddering sigh escapes me, and I sink down into the plastic chair subsequent to Diana’s mattress as I stare at her sleeping face in surprise and awe. Feelings grip me tightly, not all of which I can identify, they usually overwhelm me tremendously. This girl. . . This extraordinary girl is the whole lot, and I virtually misplaced her. I prop my elbow on my knee, my hand masking the underside half of my face, and I really feel the dampness on my cheeks as I stare at her.

I wipe the tears away; tears I don’t assume I’ve cried in years. I remind myself that Diana is okay, that she’s alive and respiratory. I watch the center monitor that tells me as a lot, and it eases among the stress in my shoulders. The remainder of the tightness will disappear the second she opens these blue eyes of hers.

About an hour later, after I’ve talked to Leo, Raf, and my youngsters on the telephone, and my ass has grown numb from these horrible fucking chairs, the second comes.

Diana’s eyelids flutter, and I’m immediately sitting up, watching as she lastly opens her eyes. Her eyebrows furrow collectively, blinking in opposition to the brilliant lights of the room, her head tilting in opposition to the pillow as an incoherent mumble escapes her. “Wha. . . What occurred? The place am I?”

She lastly sees me, and her eyes widen. “Bruno?” she asks, her voice barely raspy from disuse. “What are you—” She tries to take a seat up, however I immediately cease her.

“Hey, hey, don’t attempt to sit up,” I inform her, slipping in a barely stern tone as I press a delicate hand on her shoulder to maintain her down. My throat works, reduction flooding by way of me when her blue eyes lock with my brown. I’ve by no means seen such an attractive sight. “Diana—”

“Matteo,” Diana abruptly gasps, her eyes extensive. She goes to take a seat up once more, however I preserve her down. “Matteo—the place’s Matteo? Is he okay? Is he—”

“Hey, shh,” I soothe her, urgent a hand to her brow, pushing wisps of blonde hair again as I peer down at her. She simply awakened from surgical procedure to get a fucking bullet out of her physique, and the very first thing she does is ask about my son. “Matteo’s okay. He’s at house, sleeping his flu off. He’s okay.” Diana slowly relaxes at my phrases, the reduction evident on her face as she closes her eyes and lets out an extended breath. I inhale softly and say, “You saved his life. And I guess you didn’t even hesitate to do it, did you?”

Diana opens her eyes, her gaze assembly mine. Her delicate throat works as she provides a delicate shake of her head. “No, I didn’t,” she whispers. “I didn’t need to assume twice. In fact, I’d save him.” Her eyes are glassy, and her decrease lip trembles as her voice breaks when she says, “He’s your son.”

My chest sinks with the heavy breath I expel, my eyes squeezing shut as I decrease my brow to hers. My different hand remains to be holding hers, and Diana tightens her grip on my fingers as our noses press collectively. “Thanks,” I inform her fiercely, earnestly. “Thanks for saving my boy.”

“Of cou—”

“And don’t you ever attempt to go away me like that once more,” I proceed, reducing her off. My phrases have Diana inhaling sharply, and I pull again, wanting down into her widened eyes.

Her eyes glisten with tears, and I wipe away the few which have escaped as she whispers a smooth, “What?”

I smile at her, cupping her cheek. My coronary heart, for the primary time, is on my sleeve, however I do know it’ll solely ever be for her. “You’ll be able to’t go away me, sweetheart. I’m sorry for what I stated. I’d be a fucking mess with out you. Wanna know why?”

Diana’s throat works. “Since you don’t drink water except I give it to you?”

Fun escapes me at that, regardless of the overwhelming feelings taking on. Diana’s lips tip up right into a small smile. “Sure,” I nod earlier than leaning towards her. I preserve my gaze locked with hers and inform her the perfect reality of my life, “And since I really like you.”

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