Alessio stood in a black button up with denim jeans, his foot up on the bed as he struggled to tie the laces on his high ankle sneakers. With a puff of air, he stood from the bed, a hand against his wound as it still ached in protest of the movement. Going about the room, he slowly put everything in the brown leather overnight bag that lay on the mattress, having insisted that he could do it and sent his mother and brother away before they could try and pack for him.
Despite his wound not having completely healed yet and his grey complexion, he was finally getting discharged today and the doctors had done some tests before handing him a list of medicines which his brother went to get, his mother back at the cottage with his future-sister-in-law.
A knock on the glass panel had him look up
