Chapter 37

"Antonio, is that you?" Amora weakly repeated.

Antonio looked at her for a moment, feeling his heart about to jump out of his chest. He closed his eyes for a moment, he opened them and put on a stern expression turning to the doctor who was standing next to Amora's bed.

Behind the doctor were several other medical professionals, nurses and doctors alike, their presence a silent reminder of the gravity of Amora's condition.

A medical stand, adorned with a drip connected to Amora's hand, loomed over the bed, its sterile equipment a stark contrast to the warmth of Amora's voice.

She struggled to sit up, summoning all the strength in her, "Antonio..." she murmured, her body surrendering to weakness as she fell back onto the bed.

One of the doctors held her back, "Easy miss. You just woke up from a near death experience. You don't have to stress so much,"

Antonio's gaze fell on a large, menacing wound on Amora's abdomen, visible against the clean sheets. Moving carefully, he approached