Ninety One

Isabella

Time moves slowly the next few days.

They took Dante off the ventilator two days after his surgery. Not long after, his eyes fluttered open. There he was, alive and still with me. I pressed my forehead to his cheek. "I love you, baby."

There wasn't much more to say than that, because he drifted back into unconsciousness. The knot in my chest eased a tiny fraction. Our problems were far from over, but it was good to see his gorgeous blue eyes staring at me once again.

We decided I will spend nights at the hospital, while Zia will sit with Dante during the day. This will allow me to go home and clean up, as well as see to the estate and business matters during Dante's recovery. The doctors are keeping him heavily sedated for the time being and they don't anticipate him leaving the hospital for at least a month.