Josephine
Dominico has been unconscious for three days now. I suggested we take him to the hospital, but Victor insisted that we leave him at the estate and let the family doctor attend to him at home. Hugo had to donate blood to him because Dominico is a general donor while I’m O negative. I couldn’t do much other than scream down the hallway demanding they should find a general donor.
Day three and I’m still on the same spot, telling him happy stories. I told him random kinds of stuff like how Domine’s first word is da-da and how Domine has grown teeth.
Grabbing his hand, I gently massaged it. “Dom?” Clearing my hoarse throat, I tried to be strong for him. Dominico wouldn’t want to see me cry. “Don’t you think it’s time to wake up? Everybody is getting scared? Zadok fears that b***h
