"Why isn't she waking up?" Sienna whispered, from behind me.
"Dr. Rossi sedated her heavily so she isn't supposed to wake up for at least seventy-two hours," I answered, staring at Scarlett's unconscious body.
"Fratello, you have been sitting here ever since you brought her home," She said softly, rubbing my back. "She isn't going anywhere now. You need to eat something and rest,"
"This is the least I could do..." I replied.
"You have to stop blaming yourself," She pestered, moving around and squatting down in front of me. "This is not your fault,"
I stared at her and then looked down as tears fell down my eyes. Dad always used to say, that boys don't cry. Men don't cry. But what do you do when you can't keep it all inside anymore? I could take everything but I couldn't see her
