~ROSINA~
"Will he get better after this?" Andrew asked the doctor directly.
"I'm certain," he replied, glaring at Renzo from the door.
"How deep is the bullet in his hands?" Andrew asked, his gaze fixated on his brother.
"Deeper than expected, it'll take time to heal."
My heart pierced deep into my chest like a needle had been used to stab it as I listened to their hurtful conversation.
I can't help but feel conflicting emotions and pain.
I allowed them to sink into my heart, knowing I was the cause of this.
Andrew only sighed after that.
"I’ll head out. Ensure he takes his drugs frequently, and there’ll be frequent checkups on him," the doctor said.
Andrew nodded, glaring at me. He walked off, following the doctor as they exited the room.
Silence took over the room, and my mind
