Gabriella Driscoll had spent the better part of her life in hospitals due to her father’s career, her mother’s illness, and that of her own chosen profession-but now, she was a patient within the same vapid sheets she once sat upon as a caretaker. But her veins were now being pumped with saline and her vitals monitored in the same machine she had noted Stefano being attached to and she found it difficult to remain awake from whatever cocktail of drugs or ailment that had knocked her off of her feet had affected her body. But before she was able to theorize or take in her surroundings, she felt a warm and familiar hand at her side.
She was able to turn just long enough to see Maximus at her side, a somber look throughout his expression, while he lingered as close to her as possible withou
