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I flew out of my seat, leaning close to his face. “I swear to God, Marco,” I poked his chest, “if I find out you had anything to do with this--.”
“I swear I didn't.”
I fell back in my chair again, leaning forward, propping my elbows on my knees. I glanced up at the security guard who was now glaring at all of us with his arms crossed, but he was off the phone. Rolling my eyes, I turned my attention back to William and Marco.
William took a few steps away with his phone, trying to get in touch with both Joseph and Tanya. Marco quietly paced in front of me as he stared into a void. I lowered my eyes to the floor, repeating prayers in my head.
Suddenly, the large doors opened and a woman in scrubs appeared. She hurried toward us, and I stood, placing myself in front of her, eager for any information she had. My heart sank the closer she got. I wanted to grab her and shake any information out of her.
“Hi, I'm Doctor Samantha Harrison,” she held her hand out to shake mine.
I did not reciprocate. I was covered in Isabelle's blood. Furthermore, I did not care about the formalities right now. She awkwardly withdrew her hand, bowing her head.
“We are preparing the patient for--.”
“Her name is Isabelle!”
“I apologize,” she took a sharp breath. “We were not told her name and I am in a hurry to return to her.”
My eyes lowered to the floor as I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Just as she was about to continue, I felt the breeze and presence of a body run past me. My head snapped up just in time to see William bolting out of the emergency department exit. My eyes darted toward my brother who shrugged with widened eyes before taking off after him.
“Mr.--.”
I snapped my head back toward her, my gaze meeting hers, “Greco.”
She nodded, smiling gently, “I know who you are.”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms and focusing my attention on her.
“Isabelle needs a CAT scan,” she continued, “I want to check her head for--.”
“Is she going to be okay?” I interrupted, immediately overcome with sadness.
She placed her hand on my forearm. I choked back tears, exhaling. Glaring down at her hand, I ignored her touch, knowing she was only doing her job. I was not making it easy on her, but I was too upset to communicate at that moment. I should have been at home in bed with Isabelle. Instead, I was hoping she would live through the night.
“I am going to do everything I can to make sure she is,” she sincerely met my gaze.
I nodded silently.
She disappeared through the doors. I took a deep breath, glancing around the room, suddenly remembering that Marco and William had both run out of the hospital. I did not have it in me to worry about them right now.
After settling back in my chair, I finally got up the nerve to peek around at the empty waiting room, trying to calm myself down. A muted flat screen television on a nearby wall caught my eye as I noticed an interview with my friend, Giovanni Rovati. We did not see each other often as he was busy with his own family in Scarsdale, but we kept in touch when we could, occasionally meeting up for lunch in the city.
I continued scanning the room. For the first time, I realized that I was not alone. A mother sat across the room, cradling an infant with a small child sitting next to her. The girl stared at me with wide eyes. When I made eye contact with her, she looked away, burying her face in her mother’s side.
I pulled out my phone, noticing my reflection in the black screen. I did not realize how much blood was on me until now. My face was covered. I am sure I looked horrifying to a child.
I stood, searching for a bathroom. I wanted to try to clean up as much as possible. Spotting a sign, I held my head down, hurrying toward it. I did not want to touch the door, so I carefully leaned on it to open it.
The minute I entered, the door automatically closed, and I pressed my back against it, sliding to the floor. I buried my head in my hands, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I loved Isabelle more than anything. If something were to happen to her because of me then I would never be able to forgive myself.
For the first time in my entire life, I felt so helpless and ashamed. All of this was because of me. Her uncle was the most sinister person I had ever met. He had me fooled. It was not easy to deceive me. I was distracted by her beauty. I thought Isabelle made me stronger but she in fact rendered me powerless.
I slowly stood, gathering my emotions while stepping over to the sink which had a large mirror hanging over it. I rested my palms on the edge of the counter, staring at my bloody reflection. I let out a sigh as I began to wash my face and hands. As I was grabbing a couple of paper towels out of the dispenser, the door opened. Glancing up in the mirror, I saw the reflection of Giacomo, one of my bodyguards, who was with us at the restaurant.
“Sir, you were not supposed to disappear like that.”
I turned to face him as I threw the paper towels away. “I didn't have a choice.”
