She nodded in understanding and retrieved her medical tools. “I’m going to conduct a few tests, alright? Just stay still. You’re doing wonderfully.”
I remained silent, lying there as she proceeded with her work. Her hands were steady and professional, but the occasional glance she cast my way revealed her concern. She took my blood, checked my pulse, and examined the bruises on my arms, but I barely registered it. The physical discomfort felt insignificant compared to the turmoil within me.After what seemed like an eternity, she finished packing her equipment and gave me a reassuring nod. “I’ll return shortly,” she said before stepping out.A few moments later, Silvio came back, his expression filled with worry. He quickly crossed the room and sat beside me on the bed. Without saying a word, he slipped an arm under my shoulders, lifting me gently until my head rested on his lap.“You’re safe,” he murmur
