The Wounded Love novel Chapter 83

We were in the hospital for a long time but finally he got clearance to leave.

Sean woke up that same day. The doctors had given up on him. They didn't detect any brain activity and it had been a long time.

Dante and I went in before we left the hospital. I saw Sean's hand move, but I thought that it was just my mind playing tricks on me, because Dante said he didn't see it. But then I saw it again. Dante saw it too.

We both froze. Neither one of us knew what to do. Then his eyes fluttered open. He just looked around the room. We stared back at him.

"What are you looking at?" His voice sounded different. It was deeper than I remembered. "I need to go to my dentist appointment." He mumbled afterwards.

We just stood there with wide eyes. "Dante?" I asked, making sure that I wasn't hallucinating, because according to the doctors I was suffering from PTSD.

"Go get a doctor." He said. It wasn't just me then.

There were lots and lots of tears. Susan had been staying at the hospital every single night with him. She helped me out with Dante too. I think she was the happiest.

He kept going on and on about that dentist appointment. He remembered everything that happened to him before the accident.

Silvio wanted to know exactly what happened but the doctors didn't think it was a good idea to make Sean talk about it just yet, so Silvio had to wait. I was still mad at him. We had only talked a few times since he made me think Dante was dead.

Dante wanted to leave the hotel. So did I, but he was the one who brought it up. He was still set on the idea of not having an insane life, and moving away from this insanity was the first step.

It was easy for us to find an apartment. Neither one of us had pets, we didn't have kids, and together we had a pretty good amount of money. So as soon as we could we left the hotel.

Gavin had fired me. Getting kidnapped really didn't do me any good. I had no excuse. I couldn't tell him what really happened and the days that I didn't show up, which were a lot, I didn't call.

It was fine I guess. I didn't blame him for letting me go.

Dante and I moved away from that part of the city all together. We got an apartment that was pretty big. He's the one who found it.

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