The morning after Damien’s visit, I felt drained. The argument still echoed in my head. I pushed it all down as Sofia and I headed back to the hospital to check on Alex.
We reached Alex’s room. He was sitting up, looking better than the night before. The bandages were clean and he smiled when he saw us.
“Elena. Sofia. You came again,” he said. His voice was stronger today. “I was just thinking about you two.”
Sofia smiled. “Of course we came. How are you feeling this morning?”
“Much better,” Alex said. “The doctor was here earlier. He said the wound is healing well. No infection. They want to discharge me tomorrow if everything stays good. I will need someone to help with bandages and medicine at home for a week or two.”
I felt a twist in my stomach. I started to speak. “Alex, about t
