*Lala’s POV*
My eyes fluttered open, making me groan at the light in the room.
“What is it, Lala?” Samuel asked me as he rushed to my side.
“L-lig-h-ht-t.” I mumbled in a raspy voice.
I heard him rush away as he flipped the light switch off before running to my side. “Better?” He asked as he grabbed my hand.
I opened my eyes slowly, before smiling weakly at my brother. “Ye-s-s.”
“Here, have some water.” He whispered as he brought a straw to my lips. I took a few sips, groaning at the pain in my stomach.
“Let me get the doctor.” He said as he tried to get up, but I held his hand in place.
“Mar-c-ce-l-lo.” I forced out, making him roll his eyes.
“He is fine.” He mumbled, turning away.
“Se-e-e h-im-m.” I forced out again.
“It’s too early.” He said before I glared at him,
