My Men

Sienna's POV

I had been sitting by Fiammetta’s side all day. The hours felt long and heavy, the quiet in the room broken only by the soft beeping of the machines and the sound of her breathing behind the mask. She slept most of the time, her face pale and her body still, but her hand never left mine. It was as if she wanted me to stay, as if she needed me close, and I could not bring myself to mov