Signs of Life

Dante

The doctors wanted her to rest.

They wanted me to rest too, but that wasn't happening. Not while Vittoria slept in that hospital bed looking too pale, too bruised, too breakable for my sanity.

So, I stayed.

Not beside her at first-I paced.

Five hours of pacing the length of the room, stopping every few minutes just to look at her and reassure myself her chest was still rising. Every time he