Alessandro gifts me with another one of his dark glares, then takes his phone and continues swiping. I roll my eyes and head toward the next bed.
I’m in the middle of changing the dressing on Pasquale’s thigh when the phone in my back pocket vibrates. It’s probably Andrea, so I let it ring and continue bandaging the wound. As soon as the ringing stops, however, it starts again. I secure the bandage and pull out the phone. Salvatore’s name lights up the screen.
“Where. Are. You?” he bites out the moment I take the call, his voice deathly quiet.
“On the eleventh floor. Why?”
He hangs up. Has something happened? I collect the medical supplies and carry them to the other side of the room. As I’m returning the unused bandages to the cupboard, the door to my right opens with a bang, and Salv
