"How serious is it?"
Salvatore sighed, staring at me with a look of exaggerated grievance.
"From now on, I'll be a cripple. You'll have to take responsibility for me."
I frowned and glanced at the medical records hanging at the head of his bed, finally feeling a little relief.
I shot him a look. "I used to work as a nurse. Do you think you can fool me?"
Salvatore grinned, pulling my hand and shaking it. "I was just kidding."
I pulled my hand away. "Kidding? You're cursing yourself, seriously!"
He gave me a goofy smile. "I'm thirsty. Can you get me a glass of water?"
I glared at him, unmoving. He tugged gently at my sleeve.
"Please? You see how pitiful I am. No one's taking care of me, and when I ask the nurses for water, they give me attitude. Can't you show me some mercy?"
In the end, I got him the water.
I handed it to him and asked, "Why's no one taking care of you? What about your brothers?"