Chapter 17: A Different Don
Vittorio POV
Once again, the race to the OR feels like I'm running on borrowed time. The EMTs in the ambulance said the wound wasn't that deep. At least they didn't think so. But so much blood. So, so much blood. My hand grips Leo's good shoulder. It's still so warm to the touch. Oh God, is it cooling?
His eyes are hazy with pain, and they drift shut. “Stay with me," I order him.
My shoes and the wheels of the gurney squeak so loudly I can't hear myself think. The only louder sounds are my heartbeat and the nurses talking.
The nurses pry my hand from Leo's shoulder. “We need to take him in now," a young female nurse says.
“I'm his husband."
“Then step back and let us help him." Her voice is full of authority. “We'll call you when there's any update."
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