The Wounded Love novel Chapter 75

He was still in critical condition. The doctors couldn't detect too much brain activity, so they were giving up. "There's nothing else we can do. Even if he does wake up there's no saying that he will be the same."

Susan was a mess. Jade spent most of her time comforting her. They talked about the baby a lot.

Silvio would come and go. The funny thing was that no one wanted him around. Not even the doctors and nurses. Even Dante began to get annoyed by his visits.

Silvio would show up unannounced and try to give what he thought was helpful advice to everyone. He may have been the boss, but he definitely didn't know what he was talking about when it came to medicine.

"I am fine. Do you know what would make things better?" Dante had asked his father.

"What?"

I sat in the back corner every time Silvio came over. He shot Nick, saving my life, but he made it clear that we weren't friends.

"If you would just go back to Italy." Dante admitted. "You must have a ton of things to sort out after everything that's happened."

"I do have some people that I need to take care of." God, that man scared me.

"Then take care of them." Dante sighed. He was too tired to deal with his father's business.

So a few days later Silvio got on his private jet and flew back to Italy. I wouldn't have been surprised if everyone at the hospital had thrown a party for his departure.

"What are we going to do, Stella?" Dante asked one night as he picked at tasteless hospital food.

"Do about what?"

"Once they finally allow me out of this hell hole. Where do we go? What is next for us?"

I did, however, print out a bunch of different places that were reasonably priced. I also added in the one that overlooked Central Park. A girl had the right to dream big.

The nurse told us that Dante was ready to leave any day now, she was just waiting for the doctors' clearance. In the meantime, I showed him all the apartments I found.

"I'm not trying to be pushy, but we are going to need a place to stay once they let you out."

"I like this one." He pointed to my first choice. It was two bedrooms and expensive. Two bedrooms because, well, who knew what the future held.

"I'm pretty sure I don't have a job, Dante." And there was no way I was going to dip into my father's wealth.

"I have a lot of money, baby. Don't worry about it."

"I'll feel bad. I don't want you to think that I'm too... high maintenance."