CATANIA
I groaned as I felt a throbbing pain in the bridge of my nose. I reached up to touch my face, but before my fingers could touch my nose, a hand gently caught my wrist, stopping me.
"Don't touch it. You'll only make it bleed again.”
That voice…
I slowly open my eyes and the bright fluorescent lights overhead forcing me to squint. As my vision cleared, I met Rafael’s worried eyes.
“Rafael?”
“How do you feel?” he softly asked as his hand was still gently holding my wrist, softly rubbing his thumb on my skin.
I looked around the room. The walls and ceiling are white, and the air smells antiseptic.
"Where... where are we?"
"We're at the hospital. The doctor looked at your nose, and thankfully, it's not broken, just a bad contusion."
“Oh,” I nodded, letting out a sigh
