The Wounded Love novel Chapter 74

I agreed to resting until they put him in a room. She promised to come get me as soon as they did.

I absolutely hated Silvio. Technically he didn't lie, but he knew what he was doing. He couldn't have just said that Dante was upstairs. He had to point up like he was pointing to heaven. And the look he had on his face when he did it would make anyone think Dante died.

This was his revenge for me shooting him in the arm. As much as I wanted to hurt him I wouldn't. We were even. It's better to leave it at that. He wanted to get a rise out of me. That was the whole point. I'd have to act like it didn't bother me.

I didn't really rest. I was anxious to see him. I needed to tell him that I loved him and would never leave him even if he wanted me to.

Finally after what felt like forever the same nurse walked in. She helped me change into something other than the hospital gown, because I kept complaining that I didn't want to walk around in it. Then she lead me to Dante.

He was still asleep. The heart monitor continued to beep but I didn't find it annoying anymore. It was a relief.

I pulled a chair over to his bed and sat in it. My shoulder hurt. It hurt a lot. The nurse had hooked me up to an IV and that did help, but it still hurt.

I took his hand in mine hoping that he would squeeze it, but he didn't. He continued to sleep.

"Is she ok." He asked, touching my hair. I was half asleep and half awake.

"Yeah. She's just tired." The lady said. "She's been here all night."

"Oh." Dante sighed.

"Well everything looks good. Is there anything I can get you?" She asked.

"No. I'm fine."

I finally opened my eyes and lifted my head up. Dante was there looking down at me with a weak smile. "I thought something happened to you." He said. "You didn't wake up. You were snoring."

Tears welled up in my eyes but they were happy tears. "Silvio made me think you were dead." I said kissing his hand.

"I'm still here." He said, gently touching my bruised face. "How do you feel?"

"Forget about me. How are you? Is there anything I can do?"

"No, Skyla. I'm fine. Just sit with me."

So I did. After a few minutes of silence I said, "Thank you so much. For saving me. You saved my life."

"Fine, if you really want me to leave then I'll leave." I finally gave in.

"Right now?" He asked, shocked by my answer. "You will be back tomorrow, right?"

I laughed. "You don't want me to go anywhere, do you?"

"No, but it would be rude not to offer."

"Well, stop offering, because I don't want to go anywhere."

I took care of him as best as I could. My arm was beginning to heal even though it still hurt, but I was okay. My biggest concern was the PTSD that the doctor diagnosed me with. I had this reoccurring dream with flashes of Angela collapsing in front of me. The image of Dante falling to the ground. Nick pointing a gun at my head.

I had a feeling that none of it would go away. Not even the ridiculous therapy they had me go to would help with my trauma. Keeping myself preoccupied with Dante worked though. He couldn't do much for himself, so I gladly ran around completing whatever errands he needed help with.

On top of dealing with Dante's recovery, Jade and I visited Sean every single day. Sometimes more than once. When the doctor let us we wheeled Dante into Sean's room so he could visit him.

I didn't understand most of the medical terms that the doctors said to the three of us, but there were a couple of things that we all understood crystal clear even though none of us wanted to accept them.