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Karma straightens, then walks over to Theresa; she sits down next to her, and the two women speak in hushed whispers.
Just then, the door is pushed open and Massimo, Seb, and Luca walk in. Antonio takes his position outside the door as it swings shut.
"Where is she?" Nonna asks.
The men look at each other, then Seb jerks his chin, "After he left, she stood there in the driveway until I helped her back into the house. She packed up her things and asked me to book her on the next flight to London."
"London?" I scowl, "Why is she going back to London?"
"I doubt you have the right to ask that question after how you treated her," Massimo drawls.
I shoot him a sideways glance, then turn my attention back to Seb, "Has she already left?"
"Adrian’s driving her to the airport."
"Right." I hunch my shoulders. This is good; this is exactly what I wanted. So, why does everything in my body insist that this is wrong? Why does my chest hurt; why is my stomach tied up in knots? I shuffle my feet, glance about the room to find every single person is studying me. "What?" I scowl, "What do you want me to do?"
"Go after her, youtesta di cazzo," Seb snaps.
"Get her back,pezza di merda," Massimo growls.
I open my mouth to protest, and that’s when the doctor walks into the waiting room.
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Christian
"How is he?" Theresa jumps to her feet and races over to him, "Is he going to be okay? Please, tell me he’s going to be okay?"
The doctor glances down at her, then surveys the rest of us. His features brighten, "The operation was successful."
"ThankSanta Maria," Nonna raises her gaze skyward.
"But," the doctor glances around the room, "he is not yet out of danger. The bullet did not hit anything vital, but it's a serious head wound and he experienced significant blood loss. We had to induce coma to control the intracranial pressure."
"Intracranial? What does that mean?" Theresa asks.
"I mean we had to induce coma to control the pressure inside his brain."
"How long will he be this way?" Nonna enquires.
"Until the swelling in his brain goes down," the doctor replies.
"But he is going to be okay?" Theresa wrings her hands.
"It’s too early to tell, signorina," the doctor says gently.
"But you just said that the operation was successful," she says in a hard voice, "so that means he is going to recover, isn’t he?"
"That’s definitely what we hope for," he agrees.
"Can I see him?"
The doctor shakes his head, "Not yet. Not until his condition has stabilized."
"So, what… what can I do meanwhile?"
"Pray," the doctor smiles a little, "even we surgeons believe in the power of the One above to deliver miracles. Now, if you’ll excuse me." Turning, he leaves.
