"Gorgio!" Angelo quickly lifted his head from Emily's hospital bed when he heard her call out an unfamiliar name. Once he set his eyes on her, he saw that her eyes were still shut, her lips not moving, and the only sign of life was the rising and falling of her chest and the beeping machines.
Running his fingers gently along the side of her face, Angelo admired his beautiful wife, but deep down, he was envious of whoever Gorgio was. Jealousy was something that Angelo had rarely felt since he was young. He had always known his place in the world, and never once had he envied his siblings when they were growing up.
"Gorgio!" This time he saw Emily's lips move as she called out the same name; Angelo's lips trembled, and his mind raced, pondering whether to respond.