The statement I released seemed to have a small but immediate effect. Within hours, the aggressive media presence outside the hospital thinned slightly. Susan Patelli had coordinated with the hospital’s public relations team to reinforce the message, and my father had spoken quietly with a few trusted contacts to spread the request for privacy. Still, the ICU wing remained a fortress. Dario’s security detail rotated in strict shifts, their voices low but firm as they turned away anyone without clearance. The chaos had not disappeared entirely, but it felt more contained.
I sat beside Dario’s bed, my hand never leaving his. The latest medical update had been cautiously optimistic. No new crashes since the early morning incident, but he remained in the induced coma. The doctors warned that
