เข้าสู่ระบบLuigi’s POV“Hey, bud,” I said softly, approaching Leo. He was sitting in the playroom, fidgeting with a piece of Lego.“Hey,” he said, not looking up at me. I wasn’t sure, but I had a feeling that his abrupt departure from the dining room table had something to do with his grandpa. Benjamin looked very different post-surgery, and he and Leo had always been very close.“Mind if I sit down?” I asked.Leo nodded and I sat down, my legs crossed.At first, I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject, since Leo and I hadn’t really spent a ton of time together and this felt like a delicate situation. But I wanted to grow closer to Leo, and I felt like this was a good opportunity to have a heart to heart.“Is this about your grandfather?” I asked, deciding a direct approach was best.Leo looked up at me, a surprised look in his eyes. “How did you know?” he asked.“Because I felt the same way, bud,” I told him. “The first time I saw Benjamin at the hospital.”“You did?” Leo asked, a little skeptic
Willow’s POVWe set up my father in a sprawling guest room on the main floor so he wouldn’t have to use the stairs. The children were beyond excited to have him live with us, although I had to remind them that he needed lots of rest.My father was in good spirits though, and he was determined to follow the doctor’s orders to a tee. We hired a plethora of nurses and care aids, as well as a nutritionist, and a personal chef dedicated to my father’s meals only.I was so touched by Luigi’s insistence that my father come and stay with us. He hadn’t even hesitated. I’d honestly just assumed that my father would return back to his own home when he was released from the hospital. But Luigi was firm in his decision, embracing my father and welcoming him into the home as family.Luigi had hand rails installed in the bathroom so my father could get in and out of the bathtub. He had my father’s bed brought over from his house, replacing all the furniture in the spare room with my father’s, to make
Third Person POVBeatrice had no plans.She had a car full of her shit and nowhere to go. The gin had made her thoughts a bit fuzzy, but even so, she was vaguely aware of the way the man was leering at her.Beatrice weighed her options.She could politely decline and go back to her car, which she currently couldn’t drive since she was fairly drunk at this point.She could stay at the bar and hope another man wandered in to buy her more drinks. But that wasn’t a guarantee.She could leave the bar and go somewhere else, like the library, where she’d been spending a lot of time since it was free, warm, and discreet.Or…She could accept this man’s invitation to dinner. Dinner would surely turn into an invitation to go back to his hotel. Once they were back at the hotel, the man would expect something in return for dinner and the drinks.Is that something Beatrice could do?It felt a little like prostitution, which was a line Beatrice had sworn she’d never cross. Even though she was desper
Third Person POVBeatrice’s eyes scanned the half-empty bar and saw a man in a suit sitting at the bar alone. He wasn’t much of a looker, with graying hair and a knock-off designer suit. He had his eyes fixed on the soccer game blaring from the flat screen TV.He wasn’t normally the type of man Beatrice would choose to consort with. She despised knock off designer clothes and he was too old for her. But he would have to do.Beggars can’t be choosers, and as much as Beatrice hated to admit it, that was the position she was in.Sliding up next to him, the bartender flashed her a smile.“What will you have?” he asked. He was good-looking, with muscular tattooed arms and stunning green eyes. Beatrice knew better than to flirt with the bartender though; they weren’t legally allowed to hand out free drinks.“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “What are you drinking?” she asked the man beside her.Peeling his eyes away from the game, she could see that he was pleasa
Third Person“Get your hands off me,” Beatrice exclaimed to the two security men. They continued holding her roughly by the elbows until they were out of the hospital. Outside, they finally let her go.Beatrice was painfully aware of the stares all around her. People weren’t accustomed to seeing a woman being forcibly removed from a hospital, and their gawking stares belied their thoughts. Embarrassed, Beatrice’s cheeks flushed crimson as the men turned and went back into the doors.“What are you staring at?” Beatrice hissed to a woman and a young boy a couple feet in front of her. “Take a picture. It lasts longer,” she said sarcastically as she brushed by them.The wind had a bit of a bite to it, and Beatrice wrapped her arms across her chest, shivering slightly. Cursing the fact that she hadn’t brought her coat with her, she made her way across the parking lot back to her car only to find a parking ticket tucked under her windshield wiper.“Great,” she said out loud, ripping the tick
Luigi’s POVThe doctor approached the bed, his eyes scanning his clipboard. Willow held Benjamin’s coffee in her hand.“May I?” the doctor asked, glancing towards a chair across from us. We all nodded and the doctor took his seat.Now, I was no doctor, but I knew enough to know that when a doctor comes into a recovery room to have a ‘serious talk’, it likely isn’t the weather he wants to talk about. As such, the tension in the air became thick. We all knew that whatever it was the doctor had to tell us probably wasn’t good.“So, Benjamin,” the doctor started. “As you know, we managed to repair your heart. But your heart has sustained a lot of damage.”“Just cut to the chase,” Benjamin said, but his voice was light. “Lay it on me.”“I appreciate your candor,” the doctor smiled at Benjamin. Then he put down his clipboard.“We’re going to release you in about a week or so, but my records indicate that you currently live alone? Is that correct?”“That’s correct,” Benjamin said. Apparently







