Chapter 52

Emiliana

I laid beside Giovanni, listening to his shallow breaths and concentrating on each bead of sweat that traversed his forehead. It didn’t take long for Carlos to swiftly change the bandage. He was adamant about not wanting to move him, until he had been seen by the doctor.

It had only taken twenty minutes for the doctor to arrive which had me questioning where the hell he had come from and more importantly, how much he was charging for such a rapid response?

“Dagliele tre volte al giorno per una settimana.” (Give him these three times a day for a week.) The doctor handed the bottle of antibiotics to Carlos while I pressed a wet towel to Giovanni’s forehead, mopping up the beads of sweat.

“Starà bene?” (Is he