V A L E R I E
It’s been two days.
Of…
Of silence, mostly.
I have learned the language of this hospital room: the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, the steady hiss of the ventilator, the soft hum of machines that are keeping the man I love from slipping away completely. The doctors keep talking about encouraging signs, small improvements in brain activity they’re monitoring on screens I can’t read, but to me, Giovanni looks the same. Still. Too still.
His family always came. Urging me to at least go home, get some sleep. Sleep felt like a luxury for people whose worlds weren't currently on fire, so I would just shake my head, and they would leave me with more food, more coffee, and more worried glances. Hailey was taking care of my baby, I would pump several times a day to send o
