Nadia’s POVLorenzo doesn’t wake up that night. Or the next morning, but I stay anyway. I’m not sure when sitting beside his bed became something I couldn’t walk away from. Maybe it happened when I saw him take that bullet for me. Maybe it happened earlier, when I found him bleeding in the warehouse and realized how terrified I was that he might not get back up.Whatever the reason, I haven’t left. The doctor came twice during the night. He said Lorenzo had lost too much blood.He said the bullet had done serious damage. He said Lorenzo was lucky. I sit on his bed with my arms folded across my stomach. My eyes burn from exhaustion. I haven’t slept properly since yesterday.The room is quiet except for the soft, steady sound of Lorenzo breathing. His chest rises. Falls, and rises again.I stare at it more often than I should. Every time his breathing changes, my heart jumps. The bandage around his side is thick. Another one covers his upper arm. His face is pale against the dark pil
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