Santino’s surgery lasted four hours.
At three in the morning, the red light went off, and the doctor walked out, pulling off his mask.
“His right radius was fractured and displaced. There’s also a c***k in the ulna. We inserted pins and put on an external fixator. He’ll need three months of rest. During that time, no heavy lifting and no forceful movement.”
Papa nodded.
“Thank you.”
“Dr. Moretti, an old friend of the De Luca family, performed the surgery himself.”
The doctor glanced at me, looking like he wanted to say something. In the end, he asked nothing and turned back inside.
Santino was wheeled out.
His face was pale, and the anesthesia hadn’t fully worn off yet, but his eyes were open.
When he saw me, the corner of his mouth moved.
“Vivi.”
“Don’t talk, big brother.”
“Yo
