Rodrigo's POV
Just as I requested, I was discharged from the hospital two days later. Sure, I was in a wheelchair, driven by someone I guessed I should know but couldn't place a name to him, and not in the best state overall, but I was glad to leave.
I was all right, in fact. No one would know anything happened to me except for my still-bandaged foot and the wheelchair. I did see Antonio before I left, and they just said he was unconscious.
This was the third day now, and I felt highly annoyed. I clenched my fist when I thought of him lying limp on the bed like a helpless boy. That was not the Antonio I trained. Not the Antonio I wanted.
But I couldn't do anything about it. If I got Antonio back at home in the end, I would be glad. The doctors were trying hard to revive him. They stil
