Still Here

Vittoria

Warmth. That was the first thing I felt.

It was not the frigid sterility of the hospital room or the numb pain crawling through my veins—it was the warmth of a hand around mine, hard and unrelenting, holding on to me.

I followed the warmth, opening my heavy eyes. The room was dark, shadows creeping up the walls, but my gaze immediately landed on the man lying beside me.

Dante.

He was awak